| Fogged in in Dallas
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| On my way to LA
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| Staring up at the screen
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| All flights were delayed
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| When a voice from behind me asked
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| Stranger, how have you been?
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| Well, I was caught off guard
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| When I saw her face
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| Stumbled my way through an awkward embrace
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| Then somehow I managed to say
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| Good to see you again
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| We caught up on old friends
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| Caught up on old times
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| But all through the small talk
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| It kept burning though my mind
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| Does she think about the nights we spent on Crystal Lake?
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| Wrapped up in a blanket till the break of day
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| So many times I’ve wondered
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| Does she think of me that way
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| I didn’t ask
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| And she didn’t say
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| Trading stories
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| And pictures of kids
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| Things we’re gonna do and things we never did
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| Till stranded in that moment
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| Not sure what to say
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| Then she broke the silence
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| With her little shy smile
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| She brought up the weather
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| But all the while
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| I wonder if she thinks about Jackson Hole
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| Nights beside the fire and angels in the snow
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| So many times I’ve wondered
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| Does she think of me that way
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| I didn’t ask
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| And she didn’t say
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| We said our goodbyes
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| Swore we’d stay in touch
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| Then we went our separate ways
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| Knowing no one ever does
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| But I couldn’t help but wonder
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| As I walked away
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| If things had turned out different
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| Where would we be today
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| So many times I’ve wonder
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| Does she think of me that way
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| I didn’t ask
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| And she didn’t say
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| No, I didn’t ask
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| And she didn’t say |