| If all our flights are grounded
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| Libby, we’ll go to Paris
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| Dance along the boulevards
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| And have no one to embarrass
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| Puttin' on the Ritz in style
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| With an Arab and an Heiress
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| Libby, we’ll fly anyway, heyyyy
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| And leave behind our blues
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| Half sung melodies
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| We’ll trade them all in
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| For a Paris breeze
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| Libby we’ll fly
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| See how dark the circles grow
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| In a town that has no light
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| So many eyes just staring out
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| Into the bloodshot night
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| And Libby, I hate to see you cry
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| And I want to share it all with you
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| And if it brings us to our knees
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| We’ll trade it all in for a Paris breeze
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| Libby we’ll fly
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| They say it don’t come easy
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| And they say that love is blind
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| If you’re afraid to be close
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| Then love is hard to find
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| And if you spend too much time winning love
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| There’s no time to be kind
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| And Libby I’m guilty of your crimes
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| I’m just another passenger
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| Traveling on these crazy high seas
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| Very likely be the same
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| In a Paris breeze
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| Libby we’ll fly
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| If all our flights are grounded
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| Libby we’ll go to Paris
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| And wish we were back home again
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| Or sailing on the ocean
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| Just a window and a drink
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| To set our dreams in motion
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| But Libby, we’ll fly anyway, heyyyy
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| And leave our blues
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| Half sung melodies
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| Trade them in for a Paris breeze
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| Libby we’ll fly |