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I could hear it through the line I could tell from the crack in her voice The static, the noise It's leaving on the nine But when it comes to you I'll do whatever I gotta do I'm looking out from my window seat Halfway back, aisle twenty three Man I wish that I could fly this thing Give a little more gas, a little more speed This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough Every minute is wasted time She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough I could use a drink right now I've got my head in the clouds, thinking about Second that the wheels touch down And my feet hit the ground, I run to your house I knock on the door, kiss you right on the mouth This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough Every minute is wasted time She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough I'm looking out from my window seat Halfway back, aisle twenty three Man I wish that I could fly this thing Give a little more gas, just a little more speed This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough Every minute is wasted time She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye This seven-forty-seven, seven-forty-seven, this seven-forty-seven Can't go fast enough, fast enough