| I met you at the airport
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| When my hair was still short
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| Now it’s growing longer
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| As I’m growing fonder
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| Of the things that you said
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| That got you into my bed
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| Now it’s February
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| And I am still weary
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| When you left in Christmas
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| For another Mrs.
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| I headed to an airport too
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| Hating to sit in with them
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| I heard you were standing at the gate
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| Trying to force fate
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| Now I’m at an airport
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| I think I cut my hair short
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| I thought it was temporary
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| But then you were
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| Very affectionate and passionate
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| Oh! |
| How I was missled
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| I should’ve let you pay the plane ticket
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| I should’ve played the game
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| But it was getting warmer
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| Warm enough to sit outside
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| Though you’re not pretty
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| And the sun, I said «I'm not gonna run,
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| but it just begun»
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| Well, let shine your shortcomings
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| Should’ve been running
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| Now, it’s a hot, hot summer
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| And I’m cool, cool, cool
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| You won’t be getting anything
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| And I will not attach a string
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| When you talk about to see
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| How we’re going you and me
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| I know just what I get
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| And by dawn I will regret
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| Now, it’s a hot, hot summer
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| And I’m cool, cool, cool
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| You won´t be getting anything
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| And I will not attach a string
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| When you talk about to see
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| How we’re going you and me
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| I know just what I get
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| And by dawn I will regret
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| I know just what I get
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| Headlights on down the street
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| In pursuit of happiness
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| All the hunting loneliness
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| Use my whole viewed adress
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| It’s a million pieces of my heart
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| Hold them tight and fall apart
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| As I do remember
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| It is soon September
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| I meet you in the city
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| Faces every possibility
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| I meet you in the park
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| Where we meet after dark
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| Where we hardly crossed a look
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| He was just faster in the hours of despair
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| Isn’t he charming?
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| Now, it’s a hot, hot summer
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| And I’m cool, cool, cool
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| You won’t be getting anything
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| And I will not attach a string
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| When you talk about to see
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| How we’re going you and me
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| I know just what I get
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| And by dawn I will regret
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| Now, it’s a hot, hot summer
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| And I’m cool, cool, cool
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| You won’t be getting anything
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| And I will not attach a string
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| When you talk about to see
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| How we’re going you and me
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| I know just what I get
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| And by dawn I will regret
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| I know just what I get
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| Now my hair is long
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| I guess I am strong and independent
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| I’ll make to endment
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| I’ll leave a good fifty percent
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| Plane schedule at hand
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| But a hundred other man
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| Let slide this out of hand
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| I look at the sky
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| See the planes passing by
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| Oh, I could be in one of them
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| I could never leave again
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| I could buy a traveler
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| But it would be a monologue
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| It was a hot, hot summer
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| I was cool, cool, cool
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| So you were getting everything
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| You really got an embassy
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| When I think about to see
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| How it costed you and me
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| How could I forget?
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| What you give is what you get
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| It was a hot, hot summer
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| I was cool, cool, cool
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| So you were getting everything
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| You really got an embassy
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| When I think about to see
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| How it costed you and me
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| How could I forget?
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| What you give is what you get
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| It was a hot, hot summer
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| I was cool, cool, cool
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| So you were getting everything
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| You really got an embassy
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| When I think about to see
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| How it costed you and me
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| How could I forget?
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| What you give is what you get
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| It was a hot, hot summer
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| I was cool, cool, cool
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| So you were getting everything
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| You really got an embassy
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| When I think about to see
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| How it costed you and me
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| How could I forget?
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| What you give is what you get |