| I am flying on this plane
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| Back into your arms again
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| And my eyes are sad and cloudy
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| And my teardrops fall like rain
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| As I look down past my wind
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| Flying home to you again
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| On the clouds I see your picture
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| While the engine sings your name
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| I’m flying high, up in the sky
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| But my heart keeps looking for you
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| All around, down on the ground
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| On every hill, in every house
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| I see your face in every window, down below
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| I am thinking, flying here
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| Of those arguments we had
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| Of the times we slammed our door
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| And said, goodbye, goodbye
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| I walked away a dozen times
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| I drove away a hundred more
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| But all the trains and all the buses
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| Brought me back here to our door
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| I’m flying high, up in the sky
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| But my heart keeps looking for you
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| All around, down on the ground
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| On every hill, in every house
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| I see your face in every window, down below
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| I’m flying high, up in the sky
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| But my heart keeps looking for you
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| All around, down on the ground
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| On every hill, in every house
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| I see your face in every window, down below
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| I see your face in every window, down below |