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                             The Atlantic.  

             The Atlantic and The Atlantic.  

         Then, there's more of the Atlantic.

     If I get tired of that, there's more of the Atlantic.  

  Oh look, something new, more of the Atlantic.

             This flight at night, there are no lights.  

   I am going to lose this fight.

                 Blues.

          Its hard to understand, why we're so far from land.

        We're so far from land, why?  It makes me want to cry

                           So, slow time does tick

           Where are we going?  I hate thids not knowing,    

           When we we arrive, I wantt to hrive.

                         A tension so thick.  A stick.

           So slow time does tick, it makes me sick.

             I'm making a commotion about the ocean.

                  There's nothing to do, there's no new view,

                    Just the sea of blue.

          How long does this go on?  A long before the dawn.

                      As blue as I am

                    This is going to take hours.  

I don't have any power.

                   This plane is driving me insane.

                    Lost in the ocean.  Lost in the sea.

    Is anybody going to come looking for me?