At gate thirty-five I hear her say goodbye
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The loneliest place is at your gate
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Through the crowd searching for your face
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My heart is now your trophy
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Read like a self addressed postcard
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My heart stops beating when yours starts
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My heart is now your trophy
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It occurred to me today
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Hand to pen to callous these thoughts away
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Distance carried herself well
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A phone call and I'm honestly compelled
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At gate thirty-five I hear her say goodbye
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(This is your last chance to say)
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One more layover in Phoenix tonight
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(This is your last chance to stay)
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These excuses have become antiques
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And I'm fast to see nothing you've seen
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My heart is now your trophy
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It was never eye to eye
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Staring at your calloused heart like mine
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My heart is now your trophy
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It occurred to me today
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Hand to pen to callous these thoughts away
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Distance carried herself well
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A phone call and I'm honestly compelled
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At gate thirty-five I hear her say goodbye
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(This is your last chance to say)
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One more layover in Phoenix tonight
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(This is your last chance to stay)
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These excuses have become
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Antiques place on shelves to admire from afar
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This portrait remains of what we were
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At gate thirty-five I hear her say goodbye
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(This is your last chance to say)
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One more layover in Phoenix tonight
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(This is your last chance to stay)
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From Afar
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| Phoenix Mourning |
