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I pack my bags |
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Yeah |
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I call a cab |
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Yeah |
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I call Nigel |
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then I start to laugh |
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Oh |
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How would I know |
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Oh |
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Michigan is just as cold |
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The plane took off |
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A car drove |
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And there I was |
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I had a new plan |
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Yeah |
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One that would spare my key |
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And save her life so I could tell her |
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How my dear did we get here? |
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Stinging clear like my breath oh my breath oh my |
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Riddled in tears and shaking with fear |
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I'm stuck to this death for the rest of this mess of my life |
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So I pulled into the Hilton in Detroit |
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I checked into room 4-2-0 |
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I ordered the sirloin au chateau |
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I phoned Nigel, the locksmith, my hero |
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Now I-I-I told him what I want |
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And he gave me a solution |
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"Now my main man you need a camera" |
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"With some super tight resolution like" |
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"How my friend will this said end" |
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"Bring you so clear, so clear, so clear goddamn" |
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"Pretend it's done and don't give a f**k" |
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"Or you're stuck to this death for the rest of this mess of your life" |
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I can't believe my luck |
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The only person I could trust |
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I call the Four Seasons in Toronto |
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The only place my girl would stay |
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The concierge was rather pleasant |
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When I called her by her first name |
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I ask her if she knows my girl |
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She seemed so excited to say: |
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"She's in room eight eleven," |
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"So where would you like to stay?" |
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I say well "I don't know" |
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"I'd love to surprise her if it's apropos?" |
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"Whatcha got on the ninth floor?" |
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"Room nine eleven would be the most," |
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"Well sir it's your lucky day" |
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"The room's open if you'd like to stay" |
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"Yes please, I appreciate |
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"Your discretion and your manners, Kate" |
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My flight lands at two nineteen |
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A short-hand hails a cab for me |
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I tell the driver to head to mall |
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So I can get some shopping done |
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I tell the cabbie that I won't be long there |
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He agrees and keeps the meter on |
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I get a camera and twelve feet of rope there |
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Then we're off to the hotel |
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I check into nine eleven |
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Make a date with the mini bar |
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I wait up till 5 in the morning |
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When I know she's asleep for sure |
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I tie the rope to my balcony |
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Descend to her balcony |
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I pick the lock on the sliding glass door |
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I creep in and fall to the floor |
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I know she can't sleep with that key |
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So she leaves it out obviously |
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Right there for me to see |
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I take a picture then I start to think |
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How my dear did we get here? |
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Stinging clear like my breath oh my breath oh my |
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Riddled in tears and shaking with fear |
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I'm stuck to this death for the rest of this mess of my life |
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I can't believe my luck |
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The only person I could trust |
