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Ooo You're just a phone call far away Tell me to go or ask me to stay I can't decide where my feet prefer to meet me On a west bound bus and strangers Are steadfast by your side Your words are lived in funny and wise And on occasion I've seen you rise Beneath the rosy colored sands that smile And softly on the fervor of Our lives It seems the time for leaving's when I'm finally close to comfort I'm sitting at the airport Feeling sorry for myself Home, your many windows Many exits, many floors Go, it's good to grow girl So long as you remember yours Ooo Ooo It seems the time for leaving's when I'm finally close to comfort I'm sitting at the airport Feeling sorry for myself Home, your many windows Many exits, many floors Go, it's good to grow girl So long as you remember yours Ooo End