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ten miles above the landscape |
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I can watch the stars |
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power plants and city lights |
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illuminate the night |
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I must keep going on |
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now I've reached the sea |
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I feel that I'm too far above |
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to hear the torrid waves |
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suddenly the landscape changes |
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I fly through buring clouds |
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one hundred miles an hour |
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I'm going down |
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underwater I travel onward |
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sinking toward the ocean floor |
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the light fades out very slowly |
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on the way down to hell |
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I see my life in front of me |
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it all floats by my inner eye |
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from my birth until now |
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I can't help but wonder why |
