| As we get to altitude
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| You pull out a photograph of blue
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| Shutters in the afternoon
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| And boats on the water
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| I’m gonna have to think this through:
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| How could you feel for a man the way a man could feel for you? |
| You’re talking
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| in tongues to me and I’ve got a sudden fear of flying…
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| Half of the day, half of the night, Ava
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| Half of the day, half of the night, Ava
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| Up here you can’t feel the world turn
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| Drinks only come around once, you’d think that they would learn.
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| How’s the two thousand and six? |
| Is that the year for merlot?
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| I’ve been waiting for something like this
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| Oh, something like this
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| Half of the day, half of the night, Ava
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| Half of the day
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| Ava, would you like me to be 29 or 23?
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| With great height comes great ephemerality
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| Maybe we could acclimate to conditions on the ground
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| As we get to altitude
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| You pull out a photograph of blue
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| Shutters in the afternoon
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| And boats on the water
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| Half of the day, half of the night, Ava
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| Half of the day, half of the night, Ava |