One, two
One, two, three, four
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Hanging at the airplane hangar
I can't face the funeral hangover
I don't know why I even try
I should know I can never cry
Can't go to the cemetery
Break bread over your body
Should I bare my soul to strangers
When I never bared my soul to you?
Please, Mr. Pilot, you gotta start up the airplane
I've got to get away from here
Please, Mr. Pilot, you gotta put me back in the sky
Where I'll be closer to you
Feeling like a coward
I don't wanna see flowers growing on you
But they'll send a car to meet me
As soon as they know I'm here
I don't know the reason why
I already said goodbye
Shouldn't have to do it in public
Or am I just rationalizing?
Please, Mr. Pilot, you gotta start up the airplane
I've got to get away from here
Please, Mr. Pilot, you gotta put me back in the sky
Where I'll be closer to you
Please, Mr. Pilot, you gotta start up the airplane
I've got to get away from here
Please, Mr. Pilot, you gotta put me back in the sky
I've got to get away from here
Gonna get so high up in the sky
I'm gonna get so high, gonna forget you died
Gonna get so high up in the sky
I'm gonna get so high, gonna forget you died