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slouch down in my puke-orange chair and sigh
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the air is full of nerves and human cells
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beside me sits some awkward girl who I
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fell half in love with in the airport lounge
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captain says no smoking if we 
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crash try not to die
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flying some preposterous 
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amount of meters high
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the lavatory has smoke alarms and 
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lukewarm water and i can see the 
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clouds outside stretched out to nowhere
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ribbed and textured easily

and so on:

so aimless for so long i think i might have lost my way
its far too late to talk about tomorrow
these are things i feel, and things i think, and try to say
still waiting for the morning, i'm still waiting for today