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Crystal Clear

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You're not flying this plane to D. C.
You're not doing anything you please.
If this thing is flying into the ground,
Then we're the one's gonna take her down.

You've killed all you can kill.
You're not crashing on Capital Hill.
We're now, running this show.
We'll decide where this plane goes.

You idiots had better listen to me;
Our kids are gonna grow up free,
And if I'm to die this day;
I'll choose the way.

Oh, yea, I'd love to go fishing again,
And see your hair blowing in the wind.
I'd love to kiss you and hold you close,
And I'd love to see the children the most.

I know my children won't forget me,
And I pray they will always be
Ready, yes ready for their day
Should fate bring them along this way.

I'd love to see Mom and Dad and
Thank'm for raising me right.
And to see all my friends once again,
Now that'd be a sight.

I've never been more alive
Now that I know I'm about to die.
God, Country, Family - I got it.
Hate won't win, Love'll stop it.

Tell my family, I had a job to do.
Tell them, the sky's a magnificent blue.
Tell them, these men didn't take my life,
And that I'm soaring to greater heights.

Lord, to You I commit my soul,
Lord, to You I commit my soul,
Lord, to You I commit my soul.
Okay boys? It's time! Let's roll