There on the shore, waiting to afloat.
Got the wings, learning the flight.
Strapped the seat, and the shotgun's counting in.
Poised on the launchpad, about to take off.
Got the wings, learning the flight.
Strapped the seat, and the shotgun's counting in.
Poised on the launchpad, about to take off.
Am there, I know; can feel the heat, & the peace.
The shackles gonna crash, The dust is gonna stay back.
Am there, for sure; ABOUT to be DELIVERED...
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