There's a man holding onto a baby and it's screaming out your name
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There's one or two uptight women on this brand new plane
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Been held up in the frost in Moscow and I'm getting out fast
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Been deiced from my tail to my mast
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Five miles high and heading for you x 2
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It seems that the longer you go for the crazier I get
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it always seems to happen and I've not been wrong yet
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My tank is overfull and my course has been set
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It's what you could call a maiden flight with no safety net
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Five miles high and heading for you x 2
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I'm up front surrounded by the chinese eyes
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But I'm holding out until I feel the thunder thighs
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First thing I get to do when I get to see to your lively mind
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Is get upstairs in the hirise horse race and I'll be betting blind
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Five miles high x 3
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Heading for you
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Getting more exotic every minute that we fly east
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Feeling kinda seasick at the very least
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There's lots of water flowed by since you've been gone
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There ain't no-one to touch you know where you belong
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Five miles high and heading for you x 2
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Five Miles High
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Hugh Cornwell |