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A dustbowl spread across the prairies |
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The runway shimmered in the haze |
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A toothbrush, paperback, and bug spray |
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The seatbelt sign... |
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Simone, he knows you're gone |
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And all that's left is heartache |
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And all his cool is blown |
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Simone |
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You're like a time bomb in his blood tonight |
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The Airbus touches down in Cuba |
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Her iPod is looping |
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Gipsy Kings |
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The tradewinds lash the Caribbean |
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Umbrella twizzles in her drink |
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September skies of Havana rum |
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God, what have I done? |
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Simone, he knows you're gone |
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And all that's left is heartache |
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And all his cool is blown |
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Simone, move on, let go |
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Hey all you took's the car keys |
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Not half of what he owns |
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Simone |
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God tried to fax you but there was no dial tone |
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Then a flare went off inside her head |
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Like an inch of pure magnesium |
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With a heat to thaw his frozen heart |
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And a spark to light his beacon |
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And she could feel this time he'd make her whole |
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She believed she'd soon be swooning again, |
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Ballooning again |
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But autumn smeared Ohio crimson |
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The freeway shivered like a veil |
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And winter blew in from Lake Erie |
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She glimpsed him as the vial fell |
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Remembering |
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Ah, we tamed the winds |
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You were Simon then... |
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Simone, he knows you're gone |
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And all that's left is heartache |
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And all your cool is blown |
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Simone |
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You're like a time bomb in his blood tonight |
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Ooh, Simone... |
