| It was a plane ride from LAX to O’Hare
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| And what happened next was a series of unfortunate events
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| (Please stay tuned for what happened next…)
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| The life I breathe for you gives to me new wounds
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| Well to patch and dress as I reflect on what else I could give you
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| Maybe I should blindly throw my faith
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| Into the next thing that comes my way
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| Standing at the back door with the life that she left behind
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| Are we all the same behind the frame
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| Beneath the glass and fake last names?
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| I’ve been waiting far too long to feel the sun on my back
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| It was a big bang
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| And a bright white light from no where
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| It turned my coach class window to
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| A first class seat on the evening news, on NBC
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| The life I gave for you is yours
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| So keep it, you oughta keep it
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| If I had one last chance to take it all back
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| You know I’d take take take you
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| Maybe I should blindly throw my faith
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| Into the next thing that comes my way
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| Standing at the back door with the life that she left behind
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| Are we all the same behind the frame
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| Between the glass and fake last names?
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| I’ve been waiting far too long to feel the sun on my back
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| «Apologies are all we’ll ever be,» she said
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| Standing on the stairs
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| Looking back, looking hard at me
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| «Well, life is long for those who have to wait,» I said
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| It’s the choice I had to make
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| The choice I had to make
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| It’s the choice I had to…
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| (Make)
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| It was a plane ride. |
| (plane ride)
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| It was a plain ride. |
| (plain ride)
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| It was a plain ride
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| Just a plane…
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| Maybe I should blindly throw my faith
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| Into the next thing that comes my way
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| Standing at the back door with the life that I’d left behind
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| If we know the way we’re gonna die
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| Through everything else we will survive
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| I’ve been waiting far too long to feel the sun on my back-
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| Yeah
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| But one day
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| I will stay |