| A half full moon in Mexico City I think of you
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| And when I saw the Southern Cross I wished you had too
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| I wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew
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| But it’s as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you
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| Oh, I’ve been spending half the year in a plane going up and down
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| And you’ve been seeing other people from a nearby town
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| Been obsessing and getting depressed about us
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| Excess baggage and other stupid band stuff
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| I wish my heart was cold but it’s warmer than before
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| I wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew
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| But it’s as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you
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| When you said the veins in my left hand were shaped like a tree
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| Was that the very last time you really looked at me?
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| I’m in training to become as cold as ice
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| I’m determined to protect my feelings to disguise
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| And when I said I didn’t love you, I told a lie
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| Because there is no one above you though I try
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| Would you laugh at the time I spent calling your name
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| Over and over and over and over again?
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| The trouble is I got me close to hating me
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| And when I wake up in the morning it’s your face I see
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| Oh, you once made me feel less afraid
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| You’ve got me pouring myself over this page
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| I wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew
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| But it’s as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you |