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Fence wire stitches sky to tarmac. Our names aren’t on the board; our engines are. Headlights script lift-off on wet asphalt. Crosswind nags; we hold the centreline. Go—don’t ease— every bruise tightens a bolt. We rise on breath and will, touching down where maps forgot.
Alternative version
Cheap seats dream; tyres kiss tar. An airport fence lends us sky; our bones remember runways. If the world says slow—we won’t. Go— runway hearts in afterglow, banking toward a bigger blue.
Lyrics
(Go—) Cheap seats dream, wheels kiss tar, Window shakes when we chase that star. Old hoodie, new brave grin, Watch us lose then try again. Airport fence and a borrowed view, Names on boards we never flew. But the runway’s in our bones, We don’t need their polished thrones. If the world says “slow”, we don’t, If the doubt says “no”, we won’t. One deep breath, engines glow, We’re the storm they can’t control. Go— Go, don’t slow, Let the night teach what we know. Go, don’t slow, We were built for afterglow. Runway hearts, take-off start, We don’t land just ’cause it’s hard. (Whoa-oh-oh) watch us rise, (Whoa-oh-oh) into bigger skies. Headlights write on the wet black road, Every mile’s a lighter load. Hands out the window, feeling air, Like freedom’s simple when you dare. Every “maybe” turns to “now”, Every bruise becomes a vow. We don’t need a perfect chart, We just need these runway hearts. If the world says “slow”, we don’t, If the doubt says “no”, we won’t. One deep breath, engines glow, We’re the storm they can’t control. Lift— off— Go, don’t slow… Runway hearts… [Lead] Go— [BVs] DON’T SLOW!
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