I was driving across the burning desert
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When I spotted six jet planes
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Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
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It was the hexagram of the heavens
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it was the strings of my guitar
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Amelia, it was just a false alarm
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The drone of flying engines
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Is a song so wild and blue
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It scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to you
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Then your life becomes a travelogue
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Of picture-post-card-charms
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Amelia, it was just a false alarm
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People will tell you where they've gone
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They'll tell you where to go
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But till you get there yourself you never really know
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Where some have found their paradise
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Other's just come to harm
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Oh Amelia, it was just a false alarm
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I wish that he was here tonight
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It's so hard to obey
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His sad request of me to kindly stay away
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So this is how I hide the hurt
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As the road leads cursed and charmed
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I tell Amelia, it was just a false alarm
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A ghost of aviation
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She was swallowed by the sky
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Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly
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Like Icarus ascending
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On beautiful foolish arms
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Amelia, it was just a false alarm
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Maybe I've never really loved
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I guess that is the truth
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I've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude
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And looking down on everything
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I crashed into his arms
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Amelia, it was just a false alarm
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I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel
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To shower off the dust
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And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
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I dreamed of 747s
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Over geometric farms
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Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms
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Amelia
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Joni Mitchell |