6 o'clock in the morning & i'm the last person in this plane
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still awake
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Y'know I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores,
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Of this land that can't forget its past.
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Oh the wind that carries this plane, is the wind of change,
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heaven sent and hell bent!
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over the mountain tops we go, just like all the other GI Joes
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EE-AY-EE-AY----adios!
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CHORUS
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This is your captain calling--"with an urgent warning"
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We're above the Gulf of Arabia--"our altitude is falling"
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& I can't hold her up--"there's no time for thinking"
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All hands on deck--"this bird is sinking"
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Across the beaches and cranes, rivers and trains
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all the money I've made--bodies I've maimed.
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Time was when I seemed to know,
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Just like any other GI Joe
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Should I cry like a baby, or die like a man
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While all the planets like wars start joining hands,
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Oh what a heaven--what a hell!!
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Y'know there's nothing can be done in the whole wide world.
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I don't know whats wrong or right,
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I'm just a regular guy, with bottled up insides,
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I ain't ever been to church or believed in
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Jesus Christ
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but I'm praying that Gods with you when you die!!!
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Sweet Bird Of Truth
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