| As soon as I got home
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| I reached out for the phone
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| Drank my sleep from a can
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| Playin' track six, track seven, again and again
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| I had a crush, nothing works out
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| Well, I had faith, you could not have known, don’t even say it
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| Meet me again, maybe one mile high
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| Meet me again, and I won’t flake this time
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| Meet me again, maybe a year from now
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| Meet me again, I think we both remember how
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| It was no architect, designed this view
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| He could not have known about you
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| Mousy homes, catacombs, Detroit has a skyline, too
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| Detroit has a skyline, too
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| I had a crush, nothing works out
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| Well, I had faith, you could not have known, so don’t even say it
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| Meet me again, maybe one mile high
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| Meet me again, and I won’t flake this time
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| Meet me again, maybe a year from now
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| Meet me again, I think we both remember how
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| I think we both remember how
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| I think we both remember how |