Scarlet boots, the kiss of death
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Patience and the end of it
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Blended angels, whispered love
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Countdown til it's gone, for long
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Velvet voices, haunting slow
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Darkened notes, with bright decor
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Georgian femmes are gone for weeks
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Southern Belles in London Sing
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I'm staring down the Eppley gate
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Two more days before the plane arrives-
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And you'll be standing here with your smile
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Carving up the lobby seats
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Pushing down the caffeine drinks
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Checking the arrival screens for yours
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A hundred feet above the landing
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There's a girl gliding down
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She's floating toward me now
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Her sleeves are all stretching out
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And the jet is following behind
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Wake up
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London skids a grinding halt
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Last night left to spend apart
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Your bags are packed by now for home
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Stories of the tour unfold
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Booking Agents
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Broken Nose
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Butting heads with creeping dolts
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Georgian Femmes are gone for weeks
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Southern Belles in London Sing
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Southern Belles in London Sing
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Southern Belles in London Sing
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| The Faint |
