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I was in the air when the towers came down |
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In a bar on the 84th floor |
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I bought Philippe Petit a round |
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And asked what his high wire was for |
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He said, I put one foot on the wire, |
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One foot straight into heaven |
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As the prophets entered boldly into the bar |
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On the Boeing 737, |
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Lord, on the Boeing 737 |
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Hey little bird, |
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Would you be the one |
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To nest beneath my Gatling gun |
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There's nothing left I call my own |
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Come down and build me a home |
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I was in a bar when they rigged the tower |
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Trying to leave all my sins |
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The barmaid asked my order |
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And where my mind had been |
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I tried to recall the high wire |
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Philippe and his foot there in heaven |
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As the prophets entered boldly into the bar |
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On the Boeing 737, |
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Lord, on the Boeing 737 |
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Hey little bird, |
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Would you be the one |
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To nest beneath my Gatling gun |
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There's nothing left I call my own |
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So come down and build me a home |
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Hey little bird, |
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Would you be the one |
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To nest beneath my Gatling gun |
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There's nothing left I call my own |
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So come down and build me a home |