| intro
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| Hold your breath
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| Make a wish
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| Count to three
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| Come with me
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| And you’ll be
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| In a world of
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| Pure imagination
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| Cup of Jack, that I killed
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| Ice melted on the table
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| And the plane, that should fly
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| Isn’t able
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| There’s a blonde, at my six
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| Head buried in some Faulkner
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| And I wish, I knew more
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| Fucking authors
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| Shaping up to be a lonely night
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| Damn I should’ve brought my pillow
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| People holding signs, drive limos
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| Guess I’ll spend my time
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| At the airport bar
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| Waiting on a captain
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| At the airport bar
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| I’ll be drinking 'til I’m nappin'
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| And I hope, someday I’ll get on a flight
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| One-way, to put me by your side
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| Honey, why are we so far?
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| Come babe, with me at the airport bar
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| Wiping down a glass I used
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| He started, talking to me
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| Asked me why eyes look like my heart had, fallen asleep
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| Tell me sir, were you hired
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| As an analyst or bar keep?
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| Down he shrunk, and said «You're drunk
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| I’ll need your car keys.»
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| Hell no
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| Shaping up to be a lonely night
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| Damn I should’ve brought my pillow
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| People holding signs, drive limos
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| Guess I’ll spend my time
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| At the airport bar
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| Waiting on a captain
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| At the airport bar
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| I’ll be drinking 'til I’m nappin'
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| And I hope, someday I’ll get on a flight
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| One-way, to put me by your side
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| Honey, why are we so far?
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| Come babe, with me at the airport bar
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| Come with me
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| And you’ll be
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| In a world of
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| Pure imagination |