| He’s reading Helena just as his plane takes off
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| She’s falling asleep through the same film she slept through before
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| I put my headphones on, listening to someone new
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| He’s reading Helena, I’m stuck on you
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| With one hand, he turns the pages, the other always in her hands
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| And he doesn’t ever let go, not even through the turbulent skies
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| I find your Beatles playlist, listening to Love Me Do
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| He’s still reading Helena, I’m still stuck on you
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| Everyone is dying to find
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| Someway just to make it through
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| Someone’s always crucified
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| For doing what it is they do
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| He’s reading Helena, over the landing call
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| She takes her hand out of his, cleans his glasses, then puts them back on
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| I’ve turned to Dylan, who’s singing how he’s tangled up in blue
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| Then she takes a book from her bag and she’s reading Helena too
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| They’re reading Helena, I’m stuck on you
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| They’re reading Helena, I’m stuck on you |