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I remember, we were flying a-low, |
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and hit something in the air |
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Laying here, looking at the ceiling, |
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Someone lays a sheet across my chest. |
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Something warm is flowing down my fingers |
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Pain is flowing all through my back. |
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I try to move my arm and there's no feeling |
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And when I look, I see there's nothing there. |
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The face beside me stopped bleeding |
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The girl I knew has such a distant stare. |
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I remember, we were flying a-low, |
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and hit something in the air. |
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Then I look straight at the attendant, |
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His face is pale as it can be. |
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He bends and whispers something softly, |
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He says there's no chance for me. |
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I remember, we were flying a-low, |
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and hit something in the air. |
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Life is flowing out my body, |
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pain is flowing out with my blood. |
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The sheets are red and moist where I'm lying. |
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God in Heaven, teach me how to die. |
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I remember, we were flying a-low, |
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and hit something in the air. |
