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I'm going back to 505 If it's a 7 hour flight
Or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
Stop and wait a sec when you look at me like that
My darling what did you expect? I probably still adore you
With your hands around my neck or I did last time I checked
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I'm not shy of a spark
The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark
Frightened by the bite though it's no harsher than the bark
The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start
I'm going back to 505 If it's a 7 hour flight
Or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
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Dm*
But I crumble completely when you cry
Em* Dm*
It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye
Em* Dm*
I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise
Em* Dm* Em*
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon
Dm* Em*
I'm going back to 505 If it's a 7 hour flight
Dm* Em* Dm*
Or a 45 minute drive In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
Em* Dm* Em*
| Dm* | Em* | Dm* | Em* |
| Dm* | Em* | Dm* | Em* |
