| A dustbowl spread across the prairies
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| The runway shimmered in the haze
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| A toothbrush, paperback, and bug spray
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| The sunrise flickered on her face
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| The seatbelt sign…
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| Simone, he knows you’re gone
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| And all that’s left is heartache
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| And all his cool is blown
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| Simone
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| You’re like a time bomb in his blood tonight
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| The Airbus touches down in Cuba
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| Her iPod is looping Gypsy Kings
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| The tradewinds lash the Caribbean
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| Umbrella twizzles in her drink
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| September skies of Havana rum
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| God, what have I done?
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| Simone, he knows you’re gone
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| And all that’s left is heartache
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| And all his cool is blown
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| Simone, move on, let go
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| Hey all you took’s the car keys
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| Not half of what he owns
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| Simone
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| God tried to fax you but there was no dial tone
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| Then a flare went off inside her head
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| Like an inch of pure magnesium
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| With a heat to thaw his frozen heart
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| And a spark to light his beacon
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| And she could feel this time he’d make her whole
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| She believed she’d soon be swooning again
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| Ballooning again
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| But autumn smeared Ohio crimson
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| The freeway shivered like a veil
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| And winter blew in from Lake Erie
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| She glimpsed him as the vial fell
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| Remembering
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| Ah, we tamed the winds
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| You were Simon then…
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| Simone, he knows you’re gone
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| And all that’s left is heartache
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| And all your cool is blown
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| Simone
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| You’re like a time bomb in his blood tonight
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| Ooh, Simone… |