So there was this woman and
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she was on an airplane and
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she's flying to meet her fiance
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sailing high above the largest ocean
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on planet earth and she was seated
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next to this man who you know
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she had tried to start a conversation
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but really the only thing
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she heard him say was to order his bloody mary
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and she's sitting there and she's reading
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this really arduous magazine article about this
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third world country that she couldn't
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even pronounce the name of and
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she's feeling very bored and very despondent
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and then uh suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out
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and they started just falling thirty thousand feet
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and the pilots on the microphone and he's saying,
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"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Oh My God, I'm Sorry"
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and apologizing and she looks at the man and she says,
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"where are we going" and he looks at her and he says,
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"We're going to a party, it's a birthday party.
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It's your birthday party, happy birthday darling.
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We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much."
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and then he starts humming this little tune and it kind of goes like this:
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One, Two, One, Two, Three, Four
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We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
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We must rip out all the epilogues from the books we have read
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And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly in a chair
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We must stare, we must stare, we must stare
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We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
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Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
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And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream
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We must sing, we must sing, we must sing
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And it'll go like this
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While my mother waters plants my father loads his gun.
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He says, "Death will give us back to God,
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just like the setting sun
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is returned to the lonesome ocean."
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And then they splashed into the deep blue sea
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It was a wonderful splash
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We must blend into the choir, sing as static with the whole
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We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
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And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won
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We must run, we must run, we must run
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We must hang up in the belfry where the bats in moonlight laugh
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We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
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And in the caverns of tomorrow with our flashlights and our love
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We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge
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And then we'll get down there,
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way down to the very bottom of everything
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and then we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it
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Oh my morning's coming back
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The whole worlds waking up
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Oh the city bus is swimming past
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I'm happy just because
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I found out I am really no one
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At the bottom of everything
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| The Bright eyes |
