| I was making my descent, to the old «BNA»
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| At gate number three, Concourse A
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| And on my radar, there I saw
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| A wide-body jet make me pitch and yaw
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| My runway romance
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| At gate number three
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| My runway romance, she runs
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| Away from me
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| She was cleared of first class, and I was coach
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| With stabilizers on, still made my approach
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| Then turbulence hit, to lay, to evolve
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| And when the weather cleared, she done took off
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| My runway romance
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| At gate number three
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| My runway romance, she runs
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| Away from me
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| She said that I had too much baggage
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| And she was traveling light
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| And she has reservation
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| So she went, and canceled our flight
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| My runway romance
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| At gate number three
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| My runway romance, she runs
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| My runway romance, so quick to the part
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| My runway romance, the wind and out of my heart |