| It’s 10:30 and our spines touching
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| Both of our eyes flooded with water, my mind rushing
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| Mal complaining we ain’t doing any fly functions
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| We in the house so much it become our dungeon
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| Not even Central Park lunches
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| Our yelling almost turned into punches
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| Words were discussed and at first she was looking like
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| Girl I’m in love with then she turned into something
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| But I can’t remember it
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| I ended up not spooning with her like she my nemesis
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| The weight of her body on the bed was a emphasis
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| Stubborn in the fetal position like she was hemorrhaging
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| Happy she ain’t talking, but I’m sad how we ended it
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| Tried to grab a cup of water, sitting on the dresser then
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| It turned into bourbon so effortless
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| My mattress in the living room now
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| And I’m confused because the couch is long
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| But it’s not here so I got it wrong
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| House alarm in tact so I know I’m not buggin' when she grab my palm
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| I roll over and her body gone, what! | 
| (gasps)
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| Gotta stop falling asleep on the train
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| I’m on my way to see Mal in the sleet and the rain
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| Dinner date, I just got a text said meet me at 8
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| It’s 6:12 and I think about eating the steak
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| She trying to find the perfect dress, guess she’ll be late
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| The train car turned into Rockefeller Center
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| I remember seeing a girl that was listening to Kenna
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| You know that song, «say goodbye to love»
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| She had fingerless gloves, hair tied in a bun
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| Dress right above the knee, elegant as a dove
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| Lips softer than a hug, eyes color over flood
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| They was blue she was brown so the mixture was a rush
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| Curves like the letter S, so her hair near her hips
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| She had a big chest, I was looking at her stuff
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| It was June, by why is the tree from December up?
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| And it’s snowing outside, I don’t remember this stuff
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| Short sleeve button up, she approached me
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| Had her hand on my crotch slowly
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| Pulled my mans out right in public, I was feeling like an OG
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| Old people looking at me noisy
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| I didn’t have to spend a? | 
| to get a pussy cat like Josie
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| I’m cozy, she lift her dress up as she blow me
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| Marilyn Monroe steez, guess she wanna bone me
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| Doggy-style while the skaters skate in the cold breeze
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| Then they started walking on the ice as it melted
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| Then the sun came out and it was hot so I felt it
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| I was about to nut
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| Sensation all on my pelvis
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| When Mal tapped me on the shoulder screaming, «What the hell Mick!»
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| (Gasps)
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| 2 dreams in one sleep session
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| I need another pillow on my neck, please Megan
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| That’s the stewardess to Maui, flight 311
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| Gettin' tired of this dream catching
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| I turn over and I see Mal knocked out
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| Megan hands me a pillow and I respond, «Good looking out»
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| Middle seat’s the worst, 300 pound man on my shirt
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| Swear I must be cursed
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| Happy that we happy though, night before kissing on the patio
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| She taste like candy, shout out to cameo
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| Now I’m daydreaming after 2 nightmares
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| Grab the magazine out the flight chair
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| Thumbing through the pages like yeah, this is wonderful right here
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| Now more strife near
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| Tapped Megan, ordered a light beer, I wanna celebrate
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| Let the alcohol resinate, pilot saying «We should be landing soon»
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| So I looked out the window and seen the weather’s great
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| Amazing how a plane can levitate, got these tickets cheap
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| But I told her I paid more to get her straight
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| Ima propose to her and her belly shake of an Hawaiian
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| Dancing wearing the grass skirt, and a skinny waist
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| Yeah, I’m thinking about a wedding cake
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| Prop lights go off, turbulence approaching
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| The John Goodman next to me is knocked out doozin'
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| Try to wake up Mal and she conned out focused
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| Now the pilot saying shit like, «prepare for a moment»
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| Plane feeling like God is a child and he holding on a toy going
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| I’m scared for my life, trying to wake Mal up (baby, wake up!)
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| Scared for my wife, but she ain’t married (wake up!) and I’m about to lose her
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| What a loser, oxygen masks fall
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| (Agh) Spilled beer on my?
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| Life flashes in front of my eyes, it was my future (gasp)
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| Which is weird, cuz it’s usually the past
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| I’m the only one screaming (agggh, help, help) on the plane this is bad
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| Everybody still sleeping
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| And that’s when I laugh because I realized that I’m still dreaming about the
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| crash
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| Let me tell her how I feel, when you smile like the chills
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| When she touch me that’s the thrills, butterflies flapping all in my heart
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| That’s real, wish we coulda live forever
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| Taking turns cooking meals, girl I love the way you feel
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| Love massaging on your heels, coming home from a hard day of work
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| That’s ill
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| Now while this plane going down,? | 
| will you marry me still
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| I got rid of the shield on my heart made of steel
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| Emotional zeal, now my seatbelt sealed and I’m ready to be killed |