I walked through the airport alone
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I looked at my phone 'cause it keeps me company
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I called you as I hired the car
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to ask you "how far is it there from you to me?"
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and I wrote directions on the back of an old magazine
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CHORUS:
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but you are too beautiful to be in bed with me
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yeah you are too beautiful to be in bed with me
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if you could see the thoughts I see
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if you could see my thoughts baby you'd agree
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I write this song lovingly on
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an old girlfriend's guitar
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that she wants me to return
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on the 12th floor you took off your clothes
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New York in the snow and our bodies left to burn
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soft gentle rebel
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let the sun pierce the moments of spring
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CHORUS
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if you could see the thoughts I see
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if you could see my thoughts
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if you could see my thoughts baby then you'd agree
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'cause you are too beautiful to be in bed with me
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'cause you are too beautiful to be in bed with me
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if you could see the thoughts I see
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if you could see my thoughts
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if you could see the face i see
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if you could see my face
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if you could see my face
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You Are Too Beautiful
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| Hawksley Workman |
