| Tonight I set out
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| On a journey from behind your ears and your neck down
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| Along the sharp curves of your spine
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| I hear you whispering
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| Like a seashell that is trying to keep the ocean in
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| Tucked in the sand dunes of your skin
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| No matter how hard that we beg, the miles take you away
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| And there’s nothing that we can say
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| You’re leaving me and I realize this, hell has an address
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| And I’m standing on its doorstep
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| And later on I ignore the calls
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| While I watch the shapes our shadows take dancing on the walls
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| I’m here with you, and you are here with me, and nothing can go wrong
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| At least until the morning comes
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| But I can almost see the sunlight through the window
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| And I can almost taste the warm tears in your eyes
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| So I wrap my arms around your waist and pull you close to say
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| «Endlessly, you belong with me.»
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| No matter how hard that we beg, the miles take you away
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| And there’s nothing that we can say
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| You’re leaving me and I realize this, hell has an address
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| And I’m standing on its doorstep
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| There’s no pain I won’t endure
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| To keep my fingers locked in yours;
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| No distance I won’t go
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| Goodbye Sky Harbor. |
| Over, out, alone |