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Six o'clock in the morning

And I'm the last person in this plane still awake

You know, I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores

Of this land that can't forget its past

Oh, the wind that carries this plane is the wind of change

Heaven sent and hell bent

Over the mountain tops we go, just like all the other G.I. Joes

E-I-E-I, adios

This is your captain calling (With an urgent warning)

We're above the Gulf of Arabia (Our altitude is falling)

And I can't hold her up (There's no time for thinking)

All hands on deck (This bird is sinking)

Across the beaches and cranes, rivers and trains

All the money I've made, bodies I've maimed

Time was when I seemed to know

Just like any other G.I. Joe

Should I cry like a baby, die like a man

While the planet's little wars start joining hands?

Oh, what a heaven, what a hell

You know there's nothing can be done in this whole wide world

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I don't know what's wrong or right

I'm just a regular guy with bottled up insides

I ain't ever been to church or believed in Jesus Christ

But I'm praying that God's with you when you die

This is your captain calling (With an urgent warning)

We're above the Gulf of Arabia (Our altitude is falling)

And I can't hold her up (There's no time for thinking)

All hands on deck (This bird is sinking)

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