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6 oclock in the morning and I'm the only person in this plane
still awake
You know I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores
Of this land that can't forget its past
On the wind that carries this plane, is the wind of change
heaven sent and hell bent
over the mountain tops we go, just like all the other GI Joes.

This is your captain calling, with an urgent warning
We're above the gulf of Arabia, our altitude is falling
and I can't keep her up, There's no time for thinking
All hands on deck, this bird is sinking

Across the beaches and cranes, men and trains
all the money I've made, bodies I'm maimed
Time was, when I seemed to know, just like any other GI Hoe
Should I cry like a baby, or die like a man
while all the planets little wars start joining hands
Oh what a heaven, what a hell
You know there's nothing an be done in the whole wide world

I don't know whats wrong or right
I'm just a regular guy, with bottled-up insides
I ain't ever been to church or believed in Jesus Christ
But I'm praying that God's with you
when you die.
 
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