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At 40,000 feet the world looks so nice, you don't see the chaos, suffering and strife
Don't see the people poisoning the seas, don't see the chemicals killing the bees.
40,000 feet and flyin' high, 40,00 feet and getting' by.
With the top of the clouds underneath my feet, from the strife of the world  I get a brief relief,
At 40,000 feet.
Don't see fanatics waving holy books, don't see the honest people or the crooks,
Don't see religion tellin' them to die don't see the leaders tellin' their lies…..
40,000 feet and flyin' high, 40,00 feet and getting' by.
With the top of the clouds underneath my feet, from the strife of the world  I get a brief relief,
At 40,000 feet.
Don't see refugees livin' in their tents, don't see the millionaire with more dollars than sense.
Don't see the junkie with the needle in his arm, don't see illegals workin on the farms.
40,000 feet and flyin' high, 40,00 feet and getting' by.
With the top of the clouds underneath my feet, from the strife of the world  I get a brief relief,
At 40,000 feet.
Don't see the gang bangers wastin' their lives, don't see the wackos killin' their wives.
Don't see the predjudice and the hate, don't see a hero meet his ultimate fate.
40,000 feet and flyin' high, 40,00 feet and getting' by.
With the top of the clouds underneath my feet, from the strife of the world  I get a brief relief,
At 40,000 feet.

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