My love took a ride on a red-eye plane
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Going home
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And we're never going to feel the same
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Change this feeling under my feet
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Change the sheets and then change me
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My love is a stockpile of broken wills
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Like Santa Fe, margaritas and sleeping pills
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I want to lie in the cracks of this lonely road
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I can fill in the blanks every time you don't phone
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Here is the truth, I swear it used to be fun
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Go ahead run, run, run, run
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Change this feeling under my feet
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Change the sheets and then change me
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Won't you change this feeling under my feet
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I want to lie in the cracks of this lonely road
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I can fill in the blanks every time you don't phone
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Here is the truth, I swear it was fun
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Go ahead run, run, run, run, run, run, run
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Change this feeling under my feet
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Would you change the sheets and then change me
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Change this feeling under my feet
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'Cause here is the truth, i swear it was fun
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Go ahead run, run, run, run, run, run, ooh
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Go ahead run, run, run, run, run, run, ooh
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Change The Sheets
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| Kathleen Edwards |
