| Standin' in the runway
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| Wavin' at the plane
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| There goes everything you own
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| You called home collect
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| And they didn’t know your name
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| Starin' at the telephone
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| You thought he was a doctor
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| Now he says he’s not
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| But the noices seem to tell for sure
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| And according to the symptoms
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| It isn’t all you got
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| A shame they haven’t found a cure
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| Didn’t know the reason
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| You start to feel the rub
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| You know it isn’t easy
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| Well, welcome to the club
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| Well, you thought they’d take it lightly
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| They’re actin' kinda rash
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| Caught you in a loadin' zone
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| So they smile very politely
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| Relieved you of your cash
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| Suddenly you’re all alone
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| You play the double agent
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| You bug eachother’s phone
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| You got the place surrounded
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| There ain’t nobody home
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| It’s gettin' hard to please 'em
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| You start to feel the rub
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| You know it isn’t easy
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| Well, welcome to the club
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| Come on and join us in the club |