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I lost my way on a trip meant for two
We left our hearts in a suitcase unused
High above Chicago
I'll be home tomorrow
Flight patterns fight against the weight of our world
I keep rehearsing these lines
When we meet face to face
Will it all fall away?
First steps and first words
While I was away
Always believed that they'd get you to stay
I was in Chicago, you were gone tomorrow
Flight patterns fight against the weight of our world
I keep rehearsing these lines
When we meet face to face
Will it all fall away?
Flight patterns fight against the weight of our world
I keep rehearsing these lines
When we meet face to face
Will it all fall away?