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I want to leave the atmosphere, and come back with drops of Jupiter in my hair.  I want to act like summer and walk like rain and know there’s a time to change. 

I want to vacation on the moon, and come home listening like spring and talking like June.  After I sail across the sun, and past the milky way, and heaven, I’ll come home and tell you it’s not overrated, it’s beautiful.

I want to fall for a shooting star, and find myself and miss you terribly.  I want to have my soul vacation, tracing my way through the constellations.  And when I’m back home I’ll check out Mozart while I do Tae-Bo, and remind you that there’s room to grow.

And don’t worry, I’ll never think of you as a man who was too afraid to fly so he never landed.  The wind will sweep me off my feet and I’ll dance along the light of day, and then I’ll head back to the Milky Way.  

I want to visit Venus and know if it was everything I wanted to find, and I’ll find myself and miss you even more.

And I’ll come home because I can’t imagine life without love, pride, deep-fried chicken, but mostly I can’t imagine life without you.

It started out as a feeling which then turned into a hope.
Which then turned into a quiet thought, which then turned into a quiet word.
And then that word grew louder and louder, until it was a battle cry.
I’ll come back when you call me, no need to say goodbye.

Just because everything’s changing, doesn’t mean it’s never been this way before.
All you can do is try to know who your friends are as you head off to the war.
Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.
You’ll come back when it’s over, no need to say goodbye.

Now we’re back to the beginning, it’s just a feeling and no one knows yet.
But just because they can’t feel it too doesn’t mean that you have to forget.
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger, ‘til they’re before your eyes.
You’ll come back when they call you, no need to say goodbye.

The Call - Regina Spektor
He’s talking to you like your worth more than a dirty whore
Your having a conversation you could be murdered for
Your learning more about exactly why you need bring him or her to court
He’s kicking knowledge you ain’t ever heard before
Just before he leaves he reassures you that he knows that it’s hard
He underlines a mobile number you can phone on his card
Begs you to use it he’s useless if your ganna to be stupid
‘Cause a answer hasn’t come from your bruised lips
Little Lady - Ed Sheeran & Mikill Pane
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