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Апошні тэкст: 1,000 Miles

                                  Runway four, flight 209

Teardrop falls, we start to climb

This window seat proved a poor choice

It shows the dream that's been destroyed



A little baby starts to cry

Hey, I would too, if not for pride

I owe so much to pride, it's true

It brought an end to me and you



But if I could, I'd turn around

Set my feet back on the ground

'Cause all this plane ride holds for me

Is a thousand miles of misery



I hear the engines, watch the clouds

The whole damn world looks distant now

But I can't seem to put no space

Between my cold heart and your sweet face



Across the aisle they're holding hands

Revealing brand new wedding bands

But our sweet gold, it's gone to rust

Now my life has turned to dust



But if I could, I'd turn around

Set my feet back on the ground

'Cause all this plane ride holds for me

Is a thousand miles of misery

All this plane ride holds for me

Is a thousand miles of misery

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