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Along the edge of this airfield The old prop-shaft airliners stand Altimeters reading zero Formless memories lingering Nights are cold on this
Shooting right to the whites of your eyes Instrumentalists manipulate the sky Let the altimeter take us through the night Kill the thrust and let us burn
shooting right to the whites of your eyes Instrumentalists manipulate the sky Let the altimeter take us through the night Kill the thrust and let us burn
nothing stands between us And destruction now We'll never hit the ceiling With our nose against the wall Bleeding petrol without feeling The altimeter's
out, lightning, and I see the moon blink, the altimeter, hands swinging, ah! out of commission, the rain blowing down, and I see fire, in the manifold
Gyal dem a scream No smalltime Downtime Couldn't really be me Somebody check the altimeter Get the levels fi real Nuh sentimental So me never beg
Flaps, set, ten degrees Engine gauges and suction, check Mixture set to maximum percent, recheck Flight instruments Altimeters, check both
Flaps, set, ten degrees Engine gauges and suction, check Mixture set to maximum percent, recheck Flight instruments Altimeters, check both
the ship deck. Texas hold'em pocket ace investment. Totem altimeter tiki torch it. Freak abort. Fold or hold a cold cell in peak enforcement fortress. That's
mopping the ship deck Texas hold 'em pocket ace investment Totem altimeter tiki torch it freak abort Fold or hold a cold cell In peak enforcement fortress
clean, they look and dress and act the same I don't give a shit about your IPO I live in El Cerrito Mama took the Altimeter Transit bus to work each
an Asian secrecy Radars altimeter, calculates the time Take a look way over your head, it will fry yo' mind You better tune into K-Funk Radio One monkey
the clouds and I'm not looking at the altimeter I've been talking with the doctors talking with preachers Deep inside I know I fit in better with
set! Altimeter: set! Directional gyro: set! Fuel gauges: set! Throttle: set! Flaps: set! Seat belts: set! Propeller: set! Pilot... Seth! Got the call -
Match to a spark to a flame to a fire to ashes 1999, 12:55, Right before it crashes I pay no mind to the altimeter (It always kills the vibe) I can
the altimeter, 44 44, infinite. La butaca és 25 vegades més grossa que tu, em diu, amb un to més aviat agressiu, jo m’acosto cap on hi hauria d’haver una porta
the altimeter Til I'm shouting "Man Down! Surround the perimeter" Off the medical herb just to settle my nerves L-Couch, Stretched out, sippin special reserve My
to the hub I'd probably get a shimmy rash Some people like Strava or have an altimeter I focus on cray when I ride at the Riveter Grab on your handlebars
ignited Altimeter rising, the antes have heightened And we're never planning for downtime No room for a crowd up on cloud nine This exosuit so fresh Built
the altimeter To see what's underneath the fuselage
Crash, crash test dummy It's to the end I fear To where the earth would stop There ain't no big enough altimeter For this drop And I hate to break it to ya
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