| I’m on the red-eye flight to nowhere good
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| How about you?
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| I’ve been in the air for hours
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| Meteor showers by the pool
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| So one last drink for summer
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| Always leaving never you
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| Come back to London thunder
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| The sound of sorrow in my room
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| And now the tables turn, it’s over
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| And with my fingers burned I start anew
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| And now I’ve come back down, I’m older
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| I look for something else to hold on to
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| There is no way to realign
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| Upholster skin I take back every line
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| Lost my mind in San Francisco
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| The worn out disco when tempers cooled
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| There is no water, there is no sound
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| Will you come around? |
| Will you come around?
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| There is no space, there is no time
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| Where’d you draw the line?
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| Where’d you draw the line?
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| Where’d you draw the line?
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| And now the tables turn, it’s over
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| And with my fingers burned I start a new
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| And now I’ve come back down, I’m older
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| I look for something else to hold on to
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| And now the tables turn, it’s over
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| And with my fingers burned I start a new
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| And now I’ve come back down, I’m older
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| I look for something else to hold on to
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| I’m on the red-eye flight to nowhere good |