For Against
Friendly Fires
Flying so highFlying so highYou can hear themYou can see themThey're on their wayThey're on their wayOverTo youNo one can escapeThis kind of warFourty-thousand feetAbove the floorAnd the little childrenHave nowhere to runThey don't even knowWhat's going onFlying so highFlying so highYou can hear themYou can see themThey're on their wayThey're on their wayOverTo you
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