| I drove out to Hubert Humphrey at five in the morning
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| With a carry-on bag and a Southwest ticket in my hand
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| In my hand
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| You were waiting at the gate
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| In the same dress you wore the night I met you
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| We raced past the desk clerk
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| She looked up from her book work, and she smiled
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| RDU, and here we are
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| RDU, and here we are
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| Cold and blown like a baseball diamond waiting for the summer
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| Staying inside, your boots’ll stay dry but never touch the sand
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| Go it alone, feet moving forward, trying to find the answer
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| Then you appear, like fate put you here, and then I’m finally home
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| I fumbled for the door
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| And on the sunlit desk, I bent and kissed you
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| Your neck swept up
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| Like a graceful sail caught in the wind
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| We’re the comeback kids
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| Never forgetting what we did or where we came from
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| I held you so close
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| As we slow danced to «Fox in the Snow»
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| RDU, and here we are
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| RDU, and here we are
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| Cold and blown like a baseball diamond waiting for the summer
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| Staying inside, your boots’ll stay dry but never touch the sand
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| Go it alone, feet moving forward, trying to find the answer
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| Then you appear, like fate put you here, and then I’m finally home
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh |