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I've heard it said the trick |
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Is to set your watch when you hit the plane |
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That way you can trick |
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The workings of a tired brain |
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But sometimes |
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I feel sick |
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Sometimes |
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I just feel so drained |
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And cut down to the quick |
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Longing for that voice again |
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On the phone |
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You always ask if |
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I'm OK But it's not the same as being happy |
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I travelled 40,000 miles last year |
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And I'm working on the same again |
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I fell for 15 different girls |
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And nearly lost all of my friends |
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Well I am jet set, jet lag, jaded |
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You're always 16 hours ahead |
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Quietly reminding me how |
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I used to be |
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Airports make me sad |
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I'm sure they shouldn't all be the same |
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But they're just landing pads |
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Boring tourist shopping chains |
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I remember times we had |
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Drinking while we wait for your plane |
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Feeling kinda bad |
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Wondering which one of us has changed |
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Cos we used to be slick |
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Subtle young hips, romantic young kissable lips |
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Unbearably sharp, unbreakable heart |
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With wide eyes and faith |
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That life could never pull apart if we were |
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OK But distance kills the best of intentions |
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And never intended it to be this way |
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I travelled 40,000 miles last year |
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And I'm working on the same again |
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I fell for 15 different girls |
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And nearly lost all of my friends |
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Oh I am jet set, jet lag, jaded |
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You're always 16 hours ahead |
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Quietly reminding me how |
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I used to be |
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I'm trying to remember how |
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I used to be |
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Used to be slick |