| Sitting at the terminal bar, wasting my spare change
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| Waiting on the red-eye out of Boston
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| Fly me 33,000 feet up above the problems
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| Drinking bloody maries in an isle seat
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| With the rest of the late night zombies, singing:
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| Hello hangover, how’re you doing my old friend
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| Maybe you will sit and have a drink and talk things through, man
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| Cause I don’t have time today to waste on you
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| If you call me tomorrow, well, I’ll see what I can do Somewhere on the highway between Hamburg and Cologne
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| windshield whipers making time with the radio
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| There ain’t nothing more in this world that I could ever need
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| You just leave last night behind you
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| And you raise your voice and sing:
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| Hello hangover, how’re you doing my old friend
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| Maybe you will sit and have a drink and talk things through, man
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| Cause I don’t have time today to waste on you
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| If you call me tomorrow, well, I’ll see what I can do Hello hangover, how’re you doing my old friend
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| Maybe you will sit and have a drink and talk things through, man
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| Cause I don’t have time today to waste on you
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| If you call me tomorrow, well, I’ll see what I can do |