| She wrote back, too alone
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| A single pair of shooting stars
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| Messages in bottles, a signal flare
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| The ledge appears, eyes insinuate a pledge of years
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| Middle of nowhere, she met me at the edge of tears
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| The wild west, beguiled less
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| A child blessed, styled dressed
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| I asked and she smiled yes
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| Requested, my eyes close and neck rested
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| Surrounded by dead silent couples we breakfasted
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| She knows the way, I’m a foreign ambassador
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| I was a window, in a door in a passenger
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| Lights on Elizabeth, early nights and vaccinations
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| Out of the blue, the birds flew like accusations
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| From telephone wires that crisscross the wild sky
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| Climbing her staircase to her bedroom a mile high
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| Trips that begun, from the tip of the tongue
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| New moon, a total eclipse of the sun
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| And she said yes
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| She said yes
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| She said yes
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| She said yes
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| She said yes
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| She said yes
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| Lonely hearts club, a committee of privates
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| Heart shaped waters in a city of pirates
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| Hideouts and how much depends of the worth
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| Philosophers walk to the ends of the earth
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| And she said yes
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| She said yes
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| She said yes
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| She said yes
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| She said yes
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| She said yes
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| She said yes |