| I’m all packed up now early in the morning
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| I’ll take my leave
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| I’ll bring your words along with me
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| Maybe one day they will mean something
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| For now they buzz and crumble down
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| A little bit too easily
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| From a time that I am not quite over
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| What the hell is wrong with me?
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| I might be gone a little while
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| I guess we’ll see
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| I gotta make a home outta somewhere
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| And you’re all over this city
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| And it’ll take a flight to figure out
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| Where I’m gonna finally land
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| And the time it takes for me get there
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| I’ll be one to start again
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| But I should probably say that I’m unsure why I’m running
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| Running away from the only thing I want
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| Yeah, I should probably say that I’m unsure why I’m running
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| Running away from the one I love
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| And if the plane lifts off
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| I’ll write you a letter to say goodbye
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| And I will make it long and maybe lie just a little
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| Tell you that I’m doing fine
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| Then I’ll send it out and let things be
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| If not for you
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| For me and for the time I’ve spent
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| Foolishly loving thee
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| But I should probably say that I’m unsure why I’m running
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| Running away from the only thing I want
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| Yeah, I should probably say that I’m unsure why I’m running
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| Running away from the one I love
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| The one I love |