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"Tribute"
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Copyright 2001
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Continued
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A lovely day to fly...down the million stairs. The steps whirl by.
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No time to think. No time to slack.
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With God on your lips and hell at your back.
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Where people scream...but it's not a dream,
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And the things you see can't be real.
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You grab someone's hand in this no man's land,
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Just to see if you can still...feel.
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You're all together...on destiny's wild ride.
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With hope in your prayers..."God, get me outside!"
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A lovely day to fly, as you dash through the streets to the siren's cry.
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Saving lives is your occupation.
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You fight the crowds...Rush evacuation.
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Lift up the hurt...Calm the scared.
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With your eye on the sky...The devil be dared!
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The choking smoke hides your view.
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The fiery inferno is all around you.
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You hear a sound, and turn to reach out your hand.
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The last thing you see is her fear...
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Then darkness covers the land.
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A lovely day to fly...To stare through the window at the blackened sky.
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There's work to do but your desk is scuttled.
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Some people have run. Others are huddled
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Talking and crying and trying to decide
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If help will come...Or if they'll be trapped...Inside.
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But it's all so...not real...That you don't know what to feel.
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The phone's in your hand. You talk to a dream...
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You say things are not as bad as they seem.
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But you can't say goodbye...you just hang up.
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Sometimes words are not enough.
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A lovely day to fly...To sail through a blue September sky.
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The windows are open...The air rushes through.
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The boundaries are gone. There's nothing else to do.
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Your old world has crumbled in ruins at your feet.
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Your new world awaits...In the cold crushing street.
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Would they ever understand why you take your supervisor by the hand
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And step onto the window grate...and wait?
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The ripping sound will tell you when the terror's started up again.
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Time to go...Look out below! It's quite a drop...When you just stop.
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A lovely day to fly...Straight up to heaven in the blink of an eye.
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Please Share With Those Who Care
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GOD
Bless
America
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