By the time you get this message
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I will be behind the wheel
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Watching dotted yellow hexagrams stretch into the dark
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Left hand surfing on iced tinged winds
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Chewing up a cardboard box
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Singing at lung top
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One stop left ¡¯til I meet you in the concourse
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St. Louie encore
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Do we have a shot?
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Caught
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No dwelling on the thought
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Of what the hell we haven¡¯t got
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So I¡¯m headed from the dot to the spot
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Where your plane touches down
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For a six hour layover
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Don¡¯t say a word
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I found it on the map
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Calculated it
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Just a half a day to get from where you¡¯re not to where you will be
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My hair is filthy
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I¡¯m drinking coffee
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I can barely feel the trace
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From the only time you kissed me on the face
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Question mark space
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I know you¡¯re with me underneath the starscape
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Treadmill pick up our pace
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Headstart on a jet in a car chase
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Is this the part where my heart breaks
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One asleep one awake
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Back to back ¡®cause you wouldn¡¯t turn towards me
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Had me battling fractals keeping track of all the chords we created
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Sound clash of swords
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Back and forth
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Couldn¡¯t poke through the sash
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Slash through the plasterboard
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You packing your passport
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Me on a crash course to show you that I have the passion that you asked for
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Flooring the gas trying a fast forward fifteen months
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I¡¯ll see you once the sun shines through the glass above the dashboard
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The stars I see aren¡¯t even there
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It¡¯s only light in the air
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By the time you get this message I¡¯ll be either on my second flight
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Or already all the way to my destination
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Ridiculous that I could honestly expect you waiting at the gate when I arrive
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A sixteen hour drive
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I¡¯ve been feeling so silly going on now several months
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As our obsession runs together
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And whoever comes to have you I¡¯ll be jealous of
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And when above all else you put her I¡¯ll know what it was to feel so needed
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Sorta wish that I was more of a romantic and could give you back the utmost
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But I¡¯ve never seen it up close
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From everything that I can tell there are several possibilities
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Maybe we¡®re in love really
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Maybe it¡¯s too early to really see
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Maybe we¡¯re just searching for something to hold onto amidst confusion and fragility
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Maybe we¡¯ve lost all sensibility
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Will it be come our Splendor in the Grass
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When the facts have asserted themselves
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And the memories pass into poetry and words that retell
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What only then can we be sure that we felt
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Guess I prefer to be unhappy
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Or weren¡¯t you looking at me when my back became a wall
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Searched for your reflection saw exactly what you saw
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Two kinds of different skin
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Two minds exist within
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Trying to just transcend all space and time
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And lift their chin and find some sense of purpose
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Some sense of hope
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Press my cheek against the window surface
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We¡¯ve been afloat
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But now I¡¯m nervous
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Has this been a joke?
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We¡¯re landing and it¡¯s time to close the envelope
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Maybe I¡¯ll see you at the finish line
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By the Time You Get This Message...
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Flobots |