I see a plane from my window And I wonder where theyre flying today The last few weeks have been kinda hard on the ground Would be nice to take a trip somewhere else So I call up Laura on the phone Ask her if shed like to take a drive And we search our pockets for spare coins and change Coz weve hit the breadline again Everything has Everything has changed Everything has Everything has changed When Im on the road I feel I can be Leatherclad John Travolta smoking cigarettes by the sea And although I know those dark clouds follow me I know Ill be grounded as long as shes sitting next to me Everything has Everything has changed Everything has Everything has changed Never meant to hang up the phone Never my quest to leave you on your own Hold my hand, an Ill hang? my shoulders when you cry Tell you that youre pretty, good luck with the next guy Everything has Everything has changed Everything has Everything has changed
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