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I see you all the time in airportsIn the windows of the shuttle trainsFlashing past between the terminalsBelow the rising planesAnd as I pull my shoes offPut my coins in the plastic trayI see you past the X-ray machineJust a hundred feet awayIn the lines of people waitingAt the frozen yogurt standOr running down the moving walkwayDragging a rolling bagI see you all the time in airportsJust a hundred feet awayI see you flipping through the pagesOf books by millionairesWho found that Jesus Christ could guide themInto tripling their salesLate at night in airportsThe cages pulled across the storesAnd early in the morningWhen they drive the waxer across the floorI see you sitting on your suitcaseI see you sleeping in a chairBut each time I get too closeYou always disappearI see you all the time in airportsJust a hundred feet away From Letras Mania