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    One by one they disappeared
    The minds of science, the nation's leaders
    To meet again at destination
    Sweating in their seats, anticipation

    On the salt flats of Nevada
    All those who mattered waited for the word
    Oh oh Pilot, woah oh pilot
    This paradise is lost forever
    Oh oh Pilot, woah oh Pilot
    We place our trust in the flyer
    To deliver us from the fire
    We have made

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    Thru the porthole panic stricken
    Humanity had been forsaken
    The door secured, the cry was distant
    But the scratching fingers grew persistent

    On the salt flats of Nevada
    All those who mattered waited for the word
    Oh oh Pilot, woah oh pilot
    This paradise is lost forever
    Oh oh Pilot, woah oh Pilot
    We place our trust in the flyer
    To deliver us from the fire
    We have made

    Pilot, woah oh pilot
    We place our trust in the flyer
    To deliver us from the fire
    We have made

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    Composition: Ian Thomas

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