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So, how's it going?
Did you end up in those arms you kept talking about?
Did she see you on the airport all jet-lagged,
all baffled, standing in the passenger area, jam-packed.
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So, you didn't know?
She was lying on the runway, waiting for you.
Her heart pre-packed,
ready to get hijacked.
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The differences between you and her,
7 hours to **** the time,
5092 miles away, still committed a crime.
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June 3rd marks the day,
on which the newspaper says nothing,
cause nothing ever happened, you just went away.
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So, what about your dreams?
She kept them for you, tucked away in a suitcase,
ready to run off with you in plain sight,
but your plane never reached this side.
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You never even took off to be exact,
guess your bag wasn't intact,
and matter of fact,
I think honest will is what it lacked.
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So, whatever, right?
It's not like,
it's all pointless anyway.
That's what you'd say.
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Doesn't matter that it meant a whole lot,
she might spend 7 hours more to untangle the knot,
and has to walk 5092 miles to get back the full heart she got,
before she met a stranger who spoke of her arms,
and made her built an airport inside of her palms.
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So, how's it going?...