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Seatbelt sign is turning off
Stewardess walking with the cart
Finally feeling my racing heart
Slow down, tear apart
From the ground and the gravity
Everything below is looking tiny to me
Cars like toys, problems like dust
In these metal wings I trust.

Phone is off, no signal here
Disconnecting from the fear
Don't reach me, don't try
I'm busy touching the sky.

Flight mode, head in the clouds
Far away from the noisy crowds
Current altitude: peace of mind
Leaving the heavy baggage behind
Turbulence is just a little shake
This is the break I needed to take.

Sun is always shining up here
Even when it's raining down there
Perspective shift, view is clear
Wish I could stay in the atmosphere.

Floating... floating...

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