| I write you from this grounded airplane
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| I wonder how you’ve been and where you are
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| A letter to the one who slipped away
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| A letter for the things that never start
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| Oh, my imagination running wild
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| Guess I’ve missed you from the day that we first met
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| Crazy this fascination makes a sound
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| Like a twister in my mind
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| The restless dream we left behind
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| I never will forget
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| It’s funny how the words we never say
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| Can turn into the only thoughts we know
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| But Austin’s just so very far away
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| And I cannot believe I let you go
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| Oh, my imagination’s running wild
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| Guess I’ve missed you from the day that we first met
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| Crazy this fascination makes a sound
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| Like a twister in my mind
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| The restless dream we left behind
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| I never will forget
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| This restless dream
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| And so I call to you from the darkness of my room
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| You’ll never be a memory
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| Now you’re a restless dream
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| A restless dream
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| And so I write to this address that I don’t know
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| They said you had to leave and we lost track
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| So if you hear this on the radio
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| I’ve said it now and there’s no turning back
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| Oh, my imagination running wild
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| Guess I’ve missed you from the day that we first met
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| Crazy this fascination makes a sound
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| Like a twister in my mind
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| The restless dream we left behind
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| I never will forget
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| This restless dream
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| A restless dream |