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We'll catch these fragments of your ship Just try not to cut your hand As you fly on past these full propeller blades You were subject to the fact But you never turned around For what reason I will never know Fire in your fuselage I'll need oil to put it out And from up here I watch you explode Cause I'm not all you love to hate Shooting kites into the sea My fuel's running out Letras de cancionesI will love somehow One, two parachutes If you're floating I could ask you Why you cry When someone tries to tell you I hope you chase me But now I'm sure you're escaping I got this bandit on the run All my friends are in the ground Should I try and catch my prize? Or save my life and turn around Should I turn around? From Letras Mania