| I walked through the airport alone
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| I looked at my phone 'cause it keeps me company
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| I called you as I hired the car
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| To ask you how far is it there from you to me And I wrote directions on the back of an old magazine
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| But you are too beautiful to be in bed with me Yeah, you are too beautiful to be in bed with me If you could see the thoughts I see
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| If you could see my faults, baby, you’d agree
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| I write this so lovingly on an old girlfriend’s guitar that she wants me to return
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| On the 12th floor, you took off your clothes, New York in the snow
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| And our bodies left to burn
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| Soft and to revel at the sun
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| Pierce the moments of spring
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| 'cause you are too beautiful to be in bed with me Yeah, you are too beautiful to be in bed with me If you could see the thoughts I see
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| If you could see my faults, baby, you’d agree
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| If you could see the thoughts I see
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| If you could see my faults
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| If you could see my faults, baby, then you’d agree
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| 'cause you are too beautiful to be in bed with me
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| 'cause you are too beautiful to be in bed with me If you could see the thoughts I see
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| If you could see my faults
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| If you could see the face I see
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| If you could see my face
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| If you could see my face |