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Up in the sky it's a bird
It's a plane - yeah it's a plane
I'm not afraid to fly, I'm not afraid
Yeah, I guess I'm afraid

Fear is a good thing
It teaches us humility
And it can keep us sane
So I'll fly if I have to
But if I could, I'd take the train

Livin' away from home
On the road all time
Ah, all the time
Driving up and down
And back and forth
No reason or rhyme
Yeah, you guessed right
Makes a grown man confront his fears
Consider options he'd normally decline
I'm gonna buy my ticket to fly
I'm gonna fly, I'm gonna fly

Strap me in tie me down
And roll me a bone
I'm gettin' on an airplane
And I'm flying home
Strap me in tie me down
I'm learning to fly
Drivin' 'cross the country
I get too fucking high
(Too fucking high)
I don't want to die
(Too fucking high)
Too fucking high
(Too fucking high)
Too fucking high
(Too fucking high)
Yeah!

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Yeah they'll fly me so high
Twenty/Thirty thousand
That's pretty high
When they take off my chest sinks
My ears pop
I pray
I lie
I think about the network news
To torture myself
And to pass the time
Hear tell my seat cushion is a floatation device
Pray to god they ain't lying

Strap me in tie me down
And roll me a bone
I'm gettin' on an airplane
And I'm flying home
Strap me in tie me down
I'm learning to fly
Drivin' 'cross the country
I get too fucking high

(Too fucking high)
I don't want to die
(Too fucking high)
Too fucking high
(Too fucking high)
Too fucking high
(Too fucking high)
Yeah!

(Jam)

(Too fucking high)
I don't wanna die
(Too fucking high)
Too fucking high
(Too fucking high)
Too fucking high
(Too fucking high)
Too fucking high - high - high - high - high - high!
(Too fucking high)
Yeah!
Up in the sky it's a bird    It's a plane - yeah it's a plane   I'm not afraid to fly, I'm not afraid   Yeah, I guess I'm afraid      Fear is a good thing   It teaches us humility   And it can keep us sane   So I'll fly if I have to   But if I could, I'd take the train      Livin' away from home   On the road all time    Ah, all the time   Driving up and down   And back and forth   No reason or rhyme   Yeah, you guessed right   Makes a grown man confront his fears   Consider options he'd normally decline   I'm gonna buy my ticket to fly   I'm gonna fly, I'm gonna fly      Strap me in tie me down   And roll me a bone   I'm gettin' on an airplane   And I'm flying home   Strap me in tie me down   I'm learning to fly   Drivin' 'cross the country   I get too fucking high   (Too fucking high)   I don't want to die   (Too fucking high)   Too fucking high   (Too fucking high)   Too fucking high   (Too fucking high)   Yeah!      (Removed Verse)*      Yeah they'll fly me so high   Twenty/Thirty thousand   That's pretty high   When they take off my chest sinks   My ears pop    I pray   I lie   I think about the network news   To torture myself    And to pass the time   Hear tell my seat cushion is a floatation device   Pray to god they ain't lying      Strap me in tie me down   And roll me a bone   I'm gettin' on an airplane    And I'm flying home   Strap me in tie me down   I'm learning to fly   Drivin' 'cross the country    I get too fucking high      (Too fucking high)   I don't want to die   (Too fucking high)   Too fucking high   (Too fucking high)   Too fucking high   (Too fucking high)   Yeah!      (Jam)      (Too fucking high)   I don't wanna die   (Too fucking high)   Too fucking high   (Too fucking high)   Too fucking high   (Too fucking high)   Too fucking high - high - high - high - high - high!   (Too fucking high)   Yeah!