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I'm on the redeye fly to nowhere good,
How about you?
I've been in the air for hours,
Meteor showers by the pool.

So one last drink for summer.
Always leaving, never you, never you.
Come back to London thunder,
The sound of sirens in my room.

And now the tables turned, it's over,
And with my fingers burned I start a new,
And now I've come back down, I'm older,
I look for something else to hold on to.

There is no way to realign
Upholster skin, I take back every line.
Lost my mind in San Fransisco,
The worn out disco, when tempers cooled.

There is no water, there is no sound,
Will you come around?
Will you come around?

There is not space, there is no time,
Where'd you draw the line?

And now the tables turned, it's over,
And with my fingers burned I start a new,
And now I've come back down, I'm older,
I look for something else to hold on to.

I'm on the redeye fly to nowhere good,
How about you?

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