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Pilot to base. flight 13 is falling fast. we've lost power and i dont know how much longer we will last
and wont it be a beautiful sight. a single streak of fire moving across the amber sky knowing im in side. chances are i wont survive
and when they find this black box in the sea i hope they see its you not me because they never "meant it anyway". we're falling faster to the ground and when we crash i hope it doesn't make a sound because they never know "what to say"
and wont it be a beautiful sight. a single streak of fire moving across the amber sky knowing im in side. chances are i wont survive
you used to command this flight but now its my turn and i'm bringing her down fast. there's 40 parachutes on this plane and you're number 41
and wont it be a beautiful sight. a single streak of fire moving across the amber sky knowing im in side. chances are i wont survive