Along the edge of this airfield
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The old prop-shaft airliners stand
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Altimeters reading zero
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Formless memories lingering
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Nights are cold on this airfield
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I sit alone and watch the radar
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Locked on the wavelength, caught in the beam
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Falling slowly into the screen
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Every day that you wait
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Is one more that you've lost
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When you wake up
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I see you there
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On display
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Lights the final point of no return
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Taking us there from here
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And we can fly from here (we can fly)
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And we can fly from here (we can fly)
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And we can fly from here (we can fly)
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Into a sky that's clearing
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Look back we'll dry the tears
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For those once held so nearly
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And love will never disappear
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Along the edge of this airfield
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The old prop-shaft airliners stand
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Altimeters reading zero
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Formless memories lingering
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Lingering, lingering, lingering
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And we can fly from here
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Into a sky so clearly
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Look back, we'll dry the tears
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For those once held so nearly
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And we can fly from here (we can fly)
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And we can fly from here (we can fly)
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And we can fly from here (we can fly)
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And we can fly from here (we can fly)
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And we can fly from here
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On the understanding that we can fly
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Everyday that you waste
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Is one more that you've lost
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On display
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That's a final point of no return
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Everyday that you waste
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Is one more that you've lost
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On display
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That's a final point of no return
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Fly From Here - Pt I - We Can Fly
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