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We flew here to see you |
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My feelings and i |
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I looked down on the city |
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From up in the sky |
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The sun was reflecting |
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From the roofs and the water |
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Spring had come early |
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In the parks and the old town |
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I came with a mission |
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To patch up a dream |
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We walked and i talked and my words were absorbed |
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Into the answering machine |
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I came two thousand miles |
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Just to take a look at you |
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But you were broken and frozen |
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A heartbreak of a statue |
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In the bulletproof mirrors where your eyes used to be |
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I stared at myself and i called for some help |
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Into the answering machine |
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The day slipped by and i tried and tried |
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You took me home and you said "goodnight. sleep tight." |
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On the floor by the bedroom door |
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I watched you sleep and i left before first light |
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The bugs don't bite |
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The bugs don't bite |
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The bugs bite |
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From the land of the frozen |
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To the land of the low |
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We journeyed together |
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But we were always alone |
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So if i should come calling |
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Best not pick up the phone |
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Cause i'm no good for you and you're no good for me |
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Let me talk to the answering machine |
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I can cope with the answering machine |
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I'm a friend of the answering machine |