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Flying High

Flying High

Flying through the clouded space

Listing, breathing in a confined place

Your Head is looping the loop

Internally churning just like soup

Never again I keep repeating

Going up or down holding seating

Hi this is your Captain Billy Wheezy

In case you’re feeling a little uneasy

Ground control reports weather’s fine

Have a grand time, join us soon on terror Airline

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