So it ends
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Round and round the propeller spins
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Seat backs up no tray tables down
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No turning back to this country town
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I already knew blue eyed girl
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Would be halfway around the world
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Air is thin
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Round and round the propellor spins
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Round and round like a carousel
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Round and round feeling not as well
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I already knew blue eyed girl
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Would be halfway around the world
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I can feel it in these undertones
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A fair, light one to have alone
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I can see it in the lights below
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Pilots, mechanics take me home
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Immigration Song
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| Ozma |
