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I'd say life's a different story when you're facing certain death |
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I wonder did they kick back when they knew the game was up |
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Static on the radio ain't no soundtrack to this end |
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Stick on a bit of |
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Wagner and we'll go down, let's see if we skim |
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Maybe there's no time for grand exits and pause |
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Twistin' of propellers, choppin' at the froth |
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And as she turned to |
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Fred she saw the fear in his eyes |
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And whatever was between them was heavy in the last word he said |
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AmeliaOr maybe they went on to grow oranges and pears |
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On their own island |
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Amelia and |
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FredShe'd dance for him in the evenin's, as the red sun fell |
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He'd sit there smilin' up at her thinkin' this is just swell |
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Take me now |
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Some say she resurfaced as a |
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Tokyo Rose |
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Talkin' on the radio, tellin' sweeter lies |
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But remember when the farmer asked have you flown far |
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She just smiled back at him and said |
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I've come from |
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AmericaAmelia |
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Time has cast its shadow, the story lost its legs |
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Our favorite missin' person still rears her head |
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Not on a milk carton just some bones on a beach |
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That just might be a tall white girl called |
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AmeliaOh, |
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AmeliaJust might be a tall white girl called |
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AmeliaOh, |
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AmeliaIt's just like flyin', just like flyin' |
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It's just like flyin', just like flyin' |
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It's just like flyin' |
