| Look up in the sky
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| There’s a speck that’s flying by
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| Red lights and I don’t know why
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| Seems that I spend most of my time
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| Watching the planes go by
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| The windows open, the curtains blow
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| Round my room where the lights are low
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| I stand in darkness and watch the stars
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| Wondering just how far you are from me
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| I’m out here
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| You’re somewhere
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| Somewhere out there
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| Too far from me
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| And I want it to be
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| Like it was when the summer was here
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| Instead of just sitting here
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| Watching the planes go by
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| The street lamp look lonely
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| I wonder, I wonder if it feels like me
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| With no one to love him
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| And no one to talk to
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| When she’s out there moving
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| Without thinking 'bout me
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| Come back, baby, come back
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| Let me pray that one day
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| That those planes in the sky
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| Will be bringing you back home to me
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| Back to me
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| Oh, I feed you back home with me |