| His love for the turbine knows no bounds
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| He keeps the rotation
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| With pride kept in line by the Skipper’s eye
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| He’s a gruff airship captain.
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| They’re old world men of their word and the crew:
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| They preach true brotherhood.
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| Embarking on high — wooooaaaah
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| Subscribers look to the skies — wooooaaaah
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| Unbreakable hull — wooooaaaah
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| What can go wrong?
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| Success is our song!
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| The delivery is wasted
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| 'The Azimuth' will not be sent
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| We’ve blistered the pages
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| The dirigible’s power is spent
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| «ALL HANDS ON DECK!»
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| Skipper’s voice bellows out
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| «WE'RE GOING TO WRECK!»
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| «BRACE FOR IMPACT, DOUSE THE FLAMES!»
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| We cry out but breathing is obscured
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| By smoke in the cabin
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| We pray and hope for the nightmare to pass
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| But the waking won’t happen
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| Pressure and the altitude drop
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| The signal falls on deaf ears
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| Embarking on high — wooooaaaah
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| We take the sky — wooooaaaah
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| Unbreakable hull — wooooaaaah
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| What can go wrong?
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| Success is our song!
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| The delivery is wasted
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| 'The Azimuth' will not be sent
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| We’ve blistered the pages
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| The dirigible’s power is spent
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| «ALL HANDS ON DECK!»
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| Skipper’s voice bellows out
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| «WE'RE GOING TO WRECK!»
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| «BRACE FOR IMPACT, DOUSE THE FLAMES!»
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| The delivery is wasted
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| 'The Azimuth' will not be sent
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| We’ve blistered the pages
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| The dirigible’s power is spent
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| «ALL HANDS ON DECK!»
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| Skipper’s voice bellows out
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| «WE'RE GOING TO WRECK!»
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| «BRACE FOR IMPACT, DOUSE THE FLAMES!»
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| Casualty — a dozen crew
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| Agony — as fire spews
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| Denial — onlookers stare
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| Survival — discharge the flare
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| Captain Luther Meade — «O'Brian, STATUS?!»
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| Mechanic James O’Brian — «Engines are shot, pistons are blown…
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| I can’t reroute any more energy!»
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| Captain Luther Meade — «Oh, I’m sorry -- I thought you had flown an airship
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| before.»
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| Mechanic James O’Brian — «Well excuuuuse meeeeee, Captain!»
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| Æther Flare! |