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Heather, I'm on a plane that I pray won't get off the ground It's a perfectly clear day, but I've got storm clouds in my mind So foolish, why I do this, why I'd do it all again Heather, remind me how this ends Give me a few days and I'll be feeling fine I can't stop moving, I move backwards in time To where I left you, it was so good, we both pretend Heather, remind me how this ends When I call you up, check the timbre of your voice Don't let it drop when you hear your little boy Send money every Friday, on that you can depend Heather, remind me how this ends Heather, remind me how this ends Heather, remind me how this ends From Letras Mania