| 10:00 PM, LAX, black sweats, everybody’s going
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| Somewhere no way of knowing, outside everyone’s smoking
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| I grab my coffee at 11:00
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| People watching’s an obsession
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| And I watch the man who’s in a rush
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| The mom who tells her baby hush
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| The couple who makes each other blush
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| The couple who makes each other blush
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| Buckling seatbelts, skies like pink milk, flying from my problems
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| When I come home I’ll solve 'em, running from hearts of solemn
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| I watch the clouds glow through my window
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| Buzzing music in my headphones, and I see a boy across the aisle
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| The people who never seem to smile
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| Together we’re all just going miles
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| Together we’re all just going miles
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| And I’ll never see them again but here I am
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| Yeah, I’ll never see them again but here I am
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| 10:00 PM, LAX, black sweats, everybody’s going
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| Somewhere no way of knowing, outside everyone’s smoking
|
| I grab my coffee at 11:00
|
| People watching is an obsession
|
| And I watch the man who’s in a rush
|
| The mom who tells her baby hush
|
| The couple who makes each other blush
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| The couple who makes each other blush |