Come fly, fasten seatbelts before we land
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give it all up to the custom man
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before we can leave we must go thru again
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come ride the runaway with me.
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fly high engines buzzin¡¯ and head in my hands
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as long as they buzz then we can relax
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pick up the bags and light up our flags
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come ride the runaway with me.
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Run my way runaway
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| The Boo Radleys |
