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Look out on terminal 3 I know it feels like the flying got the best of me now I'm gonna be grounded at gate 60 On a flight through home wish I was a couple minutes from home I got bedded in motel 6 and I'm gonna tryin to be getting my evening fix like a honey bee black blimps above my sink and I'm thinking of home and I'm gonna be a little bit gone I can drive down 94 pass by every door no I've been held in motor city winds are blowing through one more night in motor city miles away from you now I'm sitting there like a hurricane wedding A hurricane wedding A hurricane wedding on move Storm at the airplane Door being hold up on a black crack tar mat floor and now I know there'll be panic in your mind and my eyes are sore I don't wanna be stuck here no more Letras de cancionesAnd I'm tired like I can't see straight gonna throw a stone inches from prairie state just a (not sure) drifting out of time and it's getting late can you call the Gurgesch tell them my fate Should I drive down 94 pass by every door no I've been held in motor city winds are blowing through one more night in motor city miles away from you now I'm standing by like a hurricane wedding A hurricane wedding A hurricane wedding A hurricane wedding on move (Thanks to Annabelle Fritz for these lyrics) From Letras Mania