
damn, i should be so lucky
even only 24 hours under your touch
you know i need you so much
i cannot wait to call you
and tell you that i landed somewhere
and hand you a square of the airport
and walk you through the maze of the map
that im gazing at
gracefully unnamed and feeling guilty for the luck
and the look that you gave me
you make me somebody
oh nobody knows me
not even me can see it, yet i bet i'm
a leaving your town again
and i'm over the ground that you've spinning
and i'm up in the air, said baby hell yeah
well honey i can see your house from here
if the plane goes down, damn
i'll remember where the love was found
if the plane goes down, damn
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