She was a beautiful machine
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Built on getaway dreams
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She flew higher than the moonbeams
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Leavin only her tailstreams
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And she never made a sound
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About the news that she found
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We all fear without a doubt
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Soon her jets would be burning out
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Mama said all I needed was within
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Things were easier back then
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When the world begins to spin
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Feels like I'm shedding off my skin
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And the moon looks like a grin
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Feels like I'm being born again
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I remember better days
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When she stepped up to the runway
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They almost died she used to say
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Her words like aerial ballet
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How on the seventh silver flight
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They were lost and the sky was white
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They found God that night
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Like a lost satellite
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Up so high that we could touch the sky
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The heavens unfolding beneath us
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And we knew we never gonna die
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Cause the hell that we raised was between us
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Mama said all I needed was within
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But things were easier back then
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And when the world begins to spin
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Feels like I'm shedding off my skin
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And the moon looks like a grin
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Feels like I'm being born again
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Born Again
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Shooter Jennings |