Air disaster v1

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The engines spit out fire, I’m pushed back in my chair
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The pressure gives me thrills as we climb in the air
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And I love to watch the clouds, and the mountains and the sky
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Swish around a cocktail the stewardess brings by
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Lord, . . . this is the life for me
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Lord, oh Lord,this is the life for me
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But I don’t wanna die in an air disaster,
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I don’t wanna die on a plane
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Well, I fishtail through the lanes, and I make my tires squeal
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Power at my feet, and glory at the wheel
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And I wind the windows down, let the wind blow through my hair
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God knows where I’m going, but me, I don’t care
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Lord, . . . this is the life for me

Lord, oh Lord, this is the life for me

But I don’t wanna die in a freeway pile-up

I don’t wanna die on the road
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Well, I’m young and I’m pretty, and I wanna stay that way

Wanna be desirable until my dying day

I don’t wanna be bedridden, an old and bitter sage

Have the nurses saying I’m young for my age

« He’s young for his age »

Oh, Lord . . . don’t let me go that way,

Lord, oh Lord, don’t let me go that way

No, don’t make me go like a fading chorus

Don’t make me fade like a song



Lord, . . . have mercy on your son

Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord have mercy on me

‘cause I don’t wanna die in an air disaster

And I don’t wanna die in a freeway pile-up

And I don’t wanna go like a fading chorus

And I don’t wanna die for no good reason

And I just wanna go on and on

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