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I'm on a private helicopter with my favorite ex girlfriend
Tiny little cabin in the sky
Now we're alone and we can remember how we felt before we were angry:
We were guilty and we were bitter

(I must admit I said a few things but...)
I'm still attracted to you
Sorry we've been so cold so
Eight miles high and three hours to landing

God your hair smells really great
I'm on a hovercraft to Paris with my former best friend
We have to get to the cinematheque
We're not alone but no one speaks english, so we're free

To look into each other's minds
And see what we're thinking like we always used to
I miss talking to you
But you never draw me out so

Cast off the ego scars and let's go hit the bars
I reserve the right to hold my grudges
Friends like you, you know the rest
But all told, I hold on to my anger far too long

Until it's a joke
The night is cold
The joke is old
(And poorly told, I told you once)

I'm on a private helicopter with my favorite ex-girlfriend,
No one to keep up appearances for
Now we're alone and we can remember how we felt at first;
The desperate need to be together

Must've been good for something, sugar
I'm still attracted to you
No one's making us do what we're supposed to
So lie here in my arms

Lie here in my arms

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