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Maybe i'll see you again baby |
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And maybe i won't |
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Maybe you've bought your ticket |
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Gone back to detroit |
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Airplanes make strangers of us all |
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Give us distance |
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Much too easily. |
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Jim says some destinies |
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Should not be delivered |
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But you and i seen now baby |
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That still they are |
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Winning it makes losers of us all |
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'cause the dice roll |
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So indifferently. |
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Chorus: |
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Well, i'll wrap myself in cities i travel |
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I'll wrap myself in dreams |
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I'll wrap myself in solitude |
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("stranger's arms" for 3rd chorus) |
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But i wish i could wrap myself |
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In thee. |
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Tonight it's hot, without you |
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Tomorrow'll be cold |
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Winter will come along |
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Driven by snow |
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Love it makes strangers of us all |
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When we part |
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Oh so thoughtlessly |
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Chorus |
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Once we breathed the breath |
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Of sweet surrender |
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Pure, pure arab air filled our |
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Atmosphere |
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But pride it makes stars of us all |
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Until we fall |
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For everyone to see. |
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Chorus |
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Chorus |
