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[steep air]:
I'm tired of waiting on a ship that won't leave shore. The water's bloody with the ones who came before. Hey, she made me say it. Yeah, I know I said it alot. Hey, you never stay for, now you gotta pray for something better than what you've got. I'm tired of waiting on a plane that don't have wings. The runway's rotten with the dirt and weeds. Hey, she made me say it. Yeah, I know I said it out loud. I booked my ticket: Packed my bags. Flight is leaving: Our time has passed. I'm tired of knocking on a door that just won't budge. Locked out of the engine. It's a wheel that you have spun but whose to say I don't have wings?
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