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00:30I sat close to King, I left the trail
00:31They're gonna be here
00:34I think you know the job
00:42They hung there dependent from the sky
00:45Like some heavy metal fruit
00:48These bombers are wrapping way too tight
00:53They ever say live that I might take
01:02In a title of disaster from a rate of climb
01:05Sometimes our feet will be lost to our sight
01:08But there can be walls for failure for death
01:11So watch me in mirrors, keep me on a flight path
01:14Get me beauty's radar, so I cannot fail
01:16All my green silver slugs are eager to feed and can't fail
01:20No, my love, I'm 25 miles away, right
01:30They hung there dependent from the sky
01:34Like some heavy metal fruit
01:36These bombers are wrapping way too tight
01:39They ever say live that I might die
01:41They ever say live that I might die
01:45We'll go by
01:46We'll go along
01:46From Quemis
01:46We'll go along
01:49We'll go along
01:51Pele, Pele
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