Plane, plane, where are you going?
Why do you make my life flash by?
Will you hold my hand as we take to the sky?
And will you hum to me
When you shake like a lie?
Oh, plane, plane, I wasn’t made to fly
Plane, Plane, it helps just knowing
What goes up, must come down
As the earth says goodbye
Should I close my eyes?
Now, brothers and sisters
Everything will be all right
But, plane, plane, we weren’t made to fly
Plane, plane, I think I finally see
I need you, as much as you need me
Maybe one day, my fear will abate
Until then, don’t test my faith
Cause plane, plane, I wasn’t made to fly
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