| The plane touches down
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| The lounge fills up again
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| With retired couples from the midwestern USA
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| They blink in the foreign light
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| And admire each other’s shoes
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| I’ve seen a lot of new shoes today
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| You should have let me know
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| That you weren’t getting on your flight
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| You should have called me so I wouldn’t be calling you now
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| On this line you sound so strange
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| And I’m running out of change
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| I’m standing, but it feels like falling…
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| Ngaire I’m not lying to you
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| Ngaire I’ve been trying to do right from the start
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| And if you doubt what’s in my heart you can break it open
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| But be careful when you do
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| 'Cause inside there’s a girl who looks like you
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| You knew I had to come here
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| You knew there was no work at home
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| You said you’d join me when the coast was clear
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| Now I take the escalator down
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| I get the bus back into town
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| I’m as free as the planes up in the air
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| Is that the sun
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| That’s rising on you now?
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| And did it shine
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| The day you changed your mind?
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| Oh Ngaire, oh Ngaire
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| Oh Ngaire I’m not lying to you
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| Ngaire I’ve been trying to do right from the start
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| And if you doubt what’s in my heart you can break it open
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| But be careful when you do
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| 'Cause inside there’s a girl who looks like you
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| Inside there’s a girl who looks like you
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| Inside there’s a girl who looks like you
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| Inside there’s a girl who looks like you
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| Inside there’s a girl who looks like you
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| Looks like you
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| Looks like you |