ten miles above the landscape
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I can watch the stars
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power plants and city lights
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illuminate the night
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I must keep going on
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now I've reached the sea
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I feel that I'm too far above
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to hear the torrid waves
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suddenly the landscape changes
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I fly through buring clouds
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one hundred miles an hour
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I'm going down
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underwater I travel onward
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sinking toward the ocean floor
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the light fades out very slowly
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on the way down to hell
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chorus:
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I see my life in front of me
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it all floats by my inner eye
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from my birth until now
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I can't help but wonder why
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The Journey
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| Funker Vogt |
