On a plane, somewhere over the sea
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Above the rain, the bottle sets me free
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I turn to stone, fall back in my seat
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The cuts are gone but somehow I'm still bleeding
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You know it's true
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There's nothing I can do about you
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Move to France
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La Rochelle or Nice
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Get a house
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Pretend to live in peace
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Paint the walls
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A blackout of your face
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Stalk the halls
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Then move into the basement
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You know its true
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There's nothing I can do
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Pick a fight, it's just you being right
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Walk away, there's nothing I can say
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You know it's true
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There's nothing I can do about you
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So don't you mind the gap when you leave
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There'll be time enough to turn tail tomorrow
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Broken up like tanker on the rocks
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Not made of much
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I'm like the Cubs against the Sox
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On a plane, somewhere over the sea
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I fall asleep convinced that I ain't breathing
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You know it's true
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There's nothing I can do
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Pick a fight, it's just you being right
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Walk away, there's nothing I can say
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You know it's true
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There's nothing I can do about you
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So don't you mind the gap when you leave
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There'll be time enough to turn tail tomorrow
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Metal Airplanes
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| Matthew Good Band |
