| I could hear it through the line
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| I could tell from the crack in her voice
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| The static, the noise
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| It’s leaving on her mind
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| But when it comes to you, I’ll do whatever I gotta do
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| I’m looking out from my window seat
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| Halfway back, aisle twenty three
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| Man, I wish that I could fly this thing
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| Give a little more gas, a little more speed
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| This seven-forty-seven can’t go fast enough, fast enough
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| This seven-forty-seven can’t go fast enough, fast enough
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| Every minute is wasted time
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| She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye
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| This seven-forty-seven can’t go fast enough, fast enough
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| I could use a drink right now
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| I’ve got my head in the clouds, thinkin' about
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| Second that the wheels touch down
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| And my feet hit the ground, I run to your house
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| I knock on the door, kiss you right on the mouth
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| This seven-forty-seven can’t go fast enough, fast enough
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| This seven-forty-seven can’t go fast enough, fast enough
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| Every minute is wasted time
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| She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye
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| This seven-forty-seven can’t go fast enough, fast enough
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| I’m looking out from my window seat
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| Halfway back, aisle twenty three
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| Man, I wish that I could fly this thing
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| Give a little more gas, just a little more speed
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| This seven-forty-seven can’t go fast enough, fast enough
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| This seven-forty-seven can’t go fast enough, fast enough
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| Every minute is wasted time
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| She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye
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| This seven-forty-seven, seven-forty-seven, this seven-forty-seven
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| Can’t go fast enough, fast enough |