| At the end of the runway
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| That’s where we go
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| Under the stars
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| To watch the planes come and go
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| We’ll see them little ones and big jumbo jets
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| I’ll kiss her and then we forget about
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| All of the bad things that get us down
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| Just holdin' each other
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| And listening to the crickets' sound
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| Sha la la la la la
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| Ooo
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| Sha la la la la la
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| Ooo
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| At the end of the runway
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| Well, that’s where they go
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| And feelings grow and grow
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| And to the end of the runway
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| Well, that’s where we’ll go
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| That’s where feelings grow and grow
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| Here we go
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| Well, I see the girls and boys
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| As each other’s hearts they’re trying to win
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| They may take a walk along a beach somewhere
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| Or go to a planetarium
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| With all its magic and wonder
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| Well, it’s the same magic I feel
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| When I’m lying back beneath the stars, yeah
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| Way in the outskirts from my home town
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| Just holdin' each other
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| And listening to the crickets' sound
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| Sha la la la la la
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| Ooo
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| Sha la la la la la
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| Ooo
|
| At the end of the runway
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| Well, that’s where they go
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| And feelings grow and grow
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| And to the end of the runway
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| Well, that’s where we’ll go
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| That’s where feelings grow and grow
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| Sha la la la la la
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| Ooo
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| Sha la la la la la
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| Ooo |