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[Verse 1]
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Miles long, so it seems
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Passing the pylon's a fucking dream
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'Cause in the stands no one screams
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Leaving the field with some low esteem
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Every game ends the same
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With too many shots to the fucking brain
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Probably why I tend to space
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And carry this barren look on my face
[Pre-Chorus 1]
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Hey, dad
I don't want to play 'cause it makes me
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Heartless and hopeless at times
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Shit, I could've said sad, but it's not even close
[Chorus]
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When's the last time we touched down?
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When's the last time I scored?
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Used to call me the jet plane
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Little boy from the north
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I had to leave the sport and the school
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Shit, aberrations in full
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Just know that I had to go
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It's good to know
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This jet ain't lacking fuel
[Verse 2]
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Fatiguin', done with this league of competing
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My heart beating faster than feet at a meet of Jamaicans
Swear that I'm faking
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Love for the sport that my father was makin' me play
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Like everyday in the summer, a bummer I couldn't display
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My current dismay
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Rather I'd sing in my room or I'd travel by train to A
[Pre-Chorus 2]
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Hey, dad
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I'm finding a voice I didn't know I had
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Way back, playing Kanye in your older jag
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05 remember us driving from Legoland
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Those times have certainly made me the way I am
[Chorus]
Bbm
When's the last time we touched down?
Eb Ab
When's the last time I scored?
Db
Used to call me the jet plane
Eb Ab
Little boy from the north
Db Bb
I had to leave the sport and the school
Ebm Ab
Shit, aberrations in full
Db
Just know that I had to go
Bb
It's good to know
Ebm Ab Eb
This jet ain't lacking fuel
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Dm Ebm Ab
