I’m eighth in line on a US Air
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Right now you're paying the parking fare
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I can still see your hand print on the terminal glass
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I tried to back out, I tried to stay home
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Tried to avoid picking up the phone
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Knowing that this call could be your last
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And as I take off, my heart won’t stop
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The sky looks like an Astro Pop
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Amber, red and blue
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I’m sure gonna miss you
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I’m next in line as a lady stares
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At a messed up fucker with messed up hair
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She probably felt like this sometime. alone.
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or Maybe she lived in a perfect life
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Been a perfect mother and an average wife
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Maybe she just wonders what went wrong
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And as I take off, my heart won’t stop
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The sky looks like an astro pop
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Amber, red and blue
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I’m sure gonna miss you
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Is this all there really is?
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Life after you
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Is it all there really is?
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What else can I do?
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am I gonna taste your kiss
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No matter who I’m with
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It’s gonna be you
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And as I take off, my heart won’t stop
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The sky looks like an astro pop
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Amber, red and blue
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I’m sure gonna miss you
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I’m sure gonna miss you
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Is this all there really is?
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Last Flight Out
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| Butch Walker |
