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  • hanging in a terminal
    waiting on a plane
    clouds gone precipitate
    causing a delay
    make it to miami
    maybe not today
    baby we can write a song
    and fly away

    well it's getting kinda cold
    and the color of my toes
    match the color of your eyes
    oh honey you begin to glow
    well i've got you to hold
    when it's getting kinda frio
    baby we can write a song
    and fly away

    close your eyes
    take my hand
    please don't worry darling
    i've got this one
    with paper and pen
    cil is what i use
    when i begin to fuse
    baby we can write a song
    and fly away

    well i'm getting kinda bored
    i wish i could record
    all these peoples faces
    when they go to look at the door
    but nothing ever seems to come out
    but anger and mishaps
    maybe we should stay
    and call a cab

    close your eyes
    take my hand
    please dont worry darling
    i've got this one
    with paper and pen-
    cil is what i use
    when i begin to fuse
    baby we can write a song
    and go

    hanging in a terminal
    waiting on a plane
    clouds gone precipitate
    they're getting in my way
    but if the plane don't come
    then maybe it just aint my day
    baby we can write a song
    and fly away
  • hanging in a terminal
    waiting on a plane
    clouds gone precipitate
    causing a delay
    make it to miami
    maybe not today
    baby we can write a song
    and fly away

    well it's getting kinda cold
    and the color of my toes
    match the color of your eyes
    oh honey you begin to glow
    well i've got you to hold
    when it's getting kinda frio
    baby we can write a song
    and fly away

    close your eyes
    take my hand
    please don't worry darling
    i've got this one
    with paper and pen
    cil is what i use
    when i begin to fuse
    baby we can write a song
    and fly away

    well i'm getting kinda bored
    i wish i could record
    all these peoples faces
    when they go to look at the door
    but nothing ever seems to come out
    but anger and mishaps
    maybe we should stay
    and call a cab

    close your eyes
    take my hand
    please dont worry darling
    i've got this one
    with paper and pen-
    cil is what i use
    when i begin to fuse
    baby we can write a song
    and go

    hanging in a terminal
    waiting on a plane
    clouds gone precipitate
    they're getting in my way
    but if the plane don't come
    then maybe it just aint my day
    baby we can write a song
    and fly away