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I'm not a traveler but I guess I could fly there,

From here I never really could tell if you care,

So here I am biting my nails mid-air,

On a first class flight to potential disaster,



The F.a. asks me if I'm hungry and I'm not quite sure,

I'm airsick and the idiot next to me offers me a cure,

He said it's not worth it so take the next plane home,

So now the chances of this plane crashing is 50/50,



I'm looking at the airplane window not for a view of the asphalt,

But for a look at my hair, disaster can't be my fault,

I'm watching my step walking down a long hall,

And I know I'm there when I see your smiling face.