people, have the right to fly, and will when it gets compromised. their hearts say "move along," their minds say "got your heart." let's move it along. let's move it along. airports see it all the time, where's someone's last goodbye blends in with someones sigh. i won't be the last to love him. because someone's coming home, a single rose in hand. and you can't build a house of leaves, and live like it's an evergreen. it's just a seasons things, it's just a thing the seasons do. and you won't be the last, won't be the last to love me. you can find me, if you ever want again. i'll be around the bend, i'll be around the bend, i'll be around. you can't love too much.
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