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I was making my descent |
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To the old NA |
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gate number 3 |
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Concourse A |
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And on my radar |
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Then I saw |
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A white body jet made me pitch and young(?) |
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My runway romance at gate number three |
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My runway romance she runs |
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Away from me |
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She was cleared first class |
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And I was couch |
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With stabilisers on |
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Still made my approach |
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Then turbulence hit(?) |
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To lay(?) to evolve |
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And when the weather clear |
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She done to ...(?) |
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My runway romance to gate number three |
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My runway romance she runs |
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Away from me |
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She said that I had too much baggage |
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And she was travelied |
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And she has reservation |
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So she went |
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And canceled our flight |
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My runway romance at gate number three |
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My runway romance she runs |
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My runway romance so quick to the part |
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My runway romance the wind and out of my heart |
