| Scarlet boots, the kiss of death
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| Patience and the end of it Blended angels, whispered love
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| Countdown til it’s gone, for long
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| Velvet voices, haunting slow
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| Darkened nooks, with bright decor
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| Georgian femmes are gone for weeks
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| Southern Belles in London Sing
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| I’m staring down the Eppley gate
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| Two more days before the plane arrives-
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| And you’ll be standing here with your smile
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| Carving up the lobby seats
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| Pushing down the caffeine drinks
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| Checking the arrival screens for yours
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| A hundred feet above the landing
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| There’s a girl gliding down
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| She’s floating toward me now
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| Her sleeves are all stretching out
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| And the jet is following behind
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| Wake up London skids a grinding halt
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| Last night left to spend apart
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| Your bags are packed but now for home
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| Stories of the tour unfold
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| Booking Agents
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| Broken Nose
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| Butting heads with creeping dolts
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| Georgian Femmes are gone for weeks
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| Southern Belles in London Sing
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| Southern Belles in London Sing |