Chorus: Lady of darkness, Night of my midnight.
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She flips through the pages of her fashion magazine.
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It pulls her out of her reality for a moment, we all need our moments.
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She forgets for a couple of seconds about the hopeless situation as the plane seems to take all of her focus.
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Riding that afternoon drive from Dallas back to Minneapolis. Two and a half hours, she's out there.
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Reading some column about Spit versus Swallow.
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Everything reminds her of him, and it's not fair.
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How could she fall on her face for some man-child?
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Maybe it's his voice, or maybe it's his damn smile.
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Maybe it's the whole package, from the kiss to the mattress,
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to the sarcastic jokes, to the social status.
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Maybe it's none of the above. Maybe she only needed somebody genuine to show her love.
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It was all about the right place at the right time.
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And even with the drama they find that he's still always on her mind.
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Well, nonetheless than two hours before she lands
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to put her feet on the ground and take her man by the hand.
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And this time around when the laugh starts to sting,
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she'll just take a breathe and dig into that fashion magazine.
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Fashion Magazine
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