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I walked through the airport alone |
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I looked at my phone 'cause it keeps me company |
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I called you as I hired the car |
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To ask you how far is it there from you to me |
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And I wrote directions on the back of an old magazine |
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But you are too beautiful to be in bed with me |
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Yeah, you are too beautiful to be in bed with me |
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If you could see the thoughts I see |
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If you could see my faults, baby, you'd agree |
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I write this so lovingly on an old girlfriend's guitar that she wants me to return |
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On the 12th floor, you took off your clothes, New York in the snow |
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And our bodies left to burn |
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Soft and to revel at the sun |
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Pierce the moments of spring |
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'cause you are too beautiful to be in bed with me |
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Yeah, you are too beautiful to be in bed with me |
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If you could see the thoughts I see |
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If you could see my faults, baby, you'd agree |
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If you could see the thoughts I see |
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If you could see my faults |
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If you could see my faults, baby, then you'd agree |
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'cause you are too beautiful to be in bed with me |
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'cause you are too beautiful to be in bed with me |
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If you could see the thoughts I see |
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If you could see my faults |
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If you could see the face I see |
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If you could see my face |
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If you could see my face |
