| My love took a ride on a red-eye plane
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| Going home
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| And we’re never going to feel the same
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| Change this feeling under my feet
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| Change the sheets and then change me
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| My love is a stockpile of broken wills
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| Like Santa Fe, margaritas and sleeping pills
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| I want to lie in the cracks of this lonely road
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| I can fill in the blanks every time you don’t phone
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| Here is the truth, I swear it used to be fun
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| Go ahead run, run, run, run
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| Change this feeling under my feet
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| Change the sheets and then change me
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| Won’t you change this feeling under my feet
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| I want to lie in the cracks of this lonely road
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| I can fill in the blanks every time you don’t phone
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| Here is the truth, I swear it was fun
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| Go ahead run, run, run, run, run, run, run
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| Change this feeling under my feet
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| Would you change the sheets and then change me
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| Change this feeling under my feet
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| 'Cause here is the truth, i swear it was fun
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| Go ahead run, run, run, run, run, run, ooh
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| Go ahead run, run, run, run, run, run, ooh |