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Well, I guess I needed a miracle |
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If I was gonna make my flight |
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I had to get to gate C13 |
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And it was still way out of sight |
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Something in my carry-on bag |
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Tipped off the x-ray machine |
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'Cause then an angel straight from heaven |
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Asked me to "step behind that screen" |
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And when I felt the wand sweep over me |
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You know I never felt so clean |
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Well, girl you won't find my name on your list |
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Honey you know I ain't no terrorist |
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Confiscate my shoes, my cellphone |
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You know I love, love, love you |
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Security Joan |
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I hung out at the Starbucks |
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'Til just around boarding time |
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Then I strolled on back to the checkpoint |
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Just one thing on my mind |
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She flashed that crooked smile and said |
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"Well, I believe you missed your flight" |
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I said, "There's been a minor change of plan |
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And I'll be stayin' for one more night" |
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I could tell from the way she looked at me |
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Everything was gonna be all right |
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Well, girl you won't find my name on your list |
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Honey, you know I ain't no terrorist |
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Confiscate my shoes, my cellphone |
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You know I love, love, love you |
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Security Joan, search me now |
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Well, girl you won't find my name on your list |
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Honey, you know I ain't no terrorist |
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Confiscate my shoes, my cellphone |
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You know I love, love, love you |
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Security Joan, hey, now |
