This airplane is a ribbon
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With a bird at either end
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And it's featherlight and floating in the wind
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And it seems there's no direction
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Gentle push from gentle hands
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And I have no way of knowing where I'll land
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And I'll take that long drive down
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To spend two months in your town
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But I'm scared to death that I won't see you around
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And I've seen a drunken poet
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Spilling verses on the bar
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I wish I remembered them so beautiful and so dark
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And I watched that moment flicker
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As they vanished in the air
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Right in front of me but he didn't seem to care
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And I'll take that long drive down
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To spend two months in your town
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But I'm scared to death that I won't see you around
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If you're anything like me
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Then you'll pack your bags and leave
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Cause you know that you'll be going eventually
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And don't say it isn't bad enough
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That I'm the only one that cares about this stuff
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Cause we both know that I won't go without you
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And don't say it wasn't good enough
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Cause these lonely couple years have been too rough
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And we both know that I won't go without you
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And I'll take that long drive down
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To spend two months in your town
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But I'm scared to death that I won't see you around
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If you're anything like me
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Then you'll pack your bags and leave
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Cause you know that you'll be going eventually
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Cause you know that you'll be going eventually
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This Airplane Is A Ribbon
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Sherwood |