| Look out on terminal 3
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| I know it feels like the flying got the best of me
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| now I’m gonna be grounded at gate 60
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| On a flight through home
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| wish I was a couple minutes from home
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| I got bedded in motel 6
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| and I’m gonna tryin to be getting my evening fix
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| like a honey bee
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| black blimps above my sink
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| and I’m thinking of home and I’m gonna be a little bit gone
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| I can drive down 94
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| pass by every door
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| no I’ve been held in motor city
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| winds are blowing through
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| one more night in motor city
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| miles away from you
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| now I’m sitting there like a hurricane wedding
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| A hurricane wedding
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| A hurricane wedding on move
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| Storm at the airplane
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| Door being hold up on a black crack tar mat floor
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| and now I know there’ll be panic in your mind
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| and my eyes are sore
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| I don’t wanna be stuck here no more
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| And I’m tired like I can’t see straight
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| gonna throw a stone inches from prairie state
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| just a (not sure) drifting out of time and it’s getting late
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| can you call the Gurgesch tell them my fate
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| Should I drive down 94
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| pass by every door
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| no I’ve been held in motor city
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| winds are blowing through
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| one more night in motor city
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| miles away from you
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| now I’m standing by like a hurricane wedding
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| A hurricane wedding
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| A hurricane wedding
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| A hurricane wedding on move |