| Gonna pick something up
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| To ease my mind with long-haul flying
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| And maybe there’s a possibility
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| I’ll drift away so unaware
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| The plane’s been blocked out of the air
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| And lose my sense on what’s reality
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| But who knows what comes next
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| I can only interpret text
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| But I hope when I pass the glare
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| That’s you’re with me there
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| Maybe I should’ve listened closer
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| To whatchya had to say
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| Dan, why don’t you stay in L.A.
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| Always had the dream to travel
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| Far and flung between
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| The places others told me I have to see
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| But I never imagined the hours I’d spend in
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| Transit tryna make a friend
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| Discomforts really broke the best of me
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| But who knows what comes next
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| I can only interpret text
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| But I hope when I pass the glare
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| That’s you’re with me there
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| Maybe I should’ve listened closer
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| To whatchya had to say
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| Dan, why don’t you stay in L.A.
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| Maybe I should’ve listened closer
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| To whatchya had to say
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| Dan, why don’t you stay in L.A. |