8th
Small World
small towns are made for leaving
but when your air is gone, how do you keep on breathing? i don’t know
i never took my chances, i gave no words, just glances
i stood at jfk and listened to the sounds
i watched the sky the very minute
a plane took off for london with you in it
i watched it disappear into the night without a fight
i waved goodbye from the ground
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a million roads that i could stroll down
but i can’t see you at all
i wish i had you here to hold, now
but this small world ain’t that small
i take a walk down lonely main street
and everyone’s asleep except me
the streetlights like a runway, and life’s the plane, am i insane?
cause i’ve never landed one of these
there was so much that i could’ve done
middle of a crowd, i see you in everyone
and now there’s half a world between us now, i need us, now
but you’re so far, but you’re so far
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