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[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse]
And the pilot says
I need all of your attention please
We're running out of gas
We couldn't land where we intended 'cause of the storms
But now we have to
So I need you to buckle in
Keep your wits
So we begin the descent
And the plane shakes violently
Left and right
Up and down
Free fall
You can feel it in your guts
And after what feels like an hour of conversations with God
The wheels touch the asphalt
And the whole plane claps

[Instrumental Outro]