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I'm in London at Heathrow
sticking dollars in a payphone
head is spinning from a mini bar
I'm trying to think of where's my car
I'm in London at Heathrow
sticking dollars in a payphone
head is spinning from a mini bar
I'm trying to think
I'm trying to think

and we've made plans to see LA
from the sunset strip and down to east Santa Fe
and i've seen Paris, and you've seen Rome
but it don't mean s*** 'til we get home

i'm in Tokyo and it's slow
sipping gin on the way home
still hungover from the city bar
i'm sitting pretty 'cuz i got this far
trying hard just to feel right
flying higher in the sky
tell me it's gonna be alright
and you dream this is real life
and we've made plans to see LA
from the sunset strip and down to east Santa Fe
and i've seen Paris, and you've seen Rome
but it don't mean s*** 'til we get home

what if this dream was over?
what if this mind was fighting for
an (???) life?
what if this dream was over?
what if this mind was fighting for
ain't no surprise

and we've made plans to see LA
from the sunset strip and down to east Santa Fe
and i've seen Paris, and you've seen Rome
but it don't mean s*** 'til we get home

and we've made plans to see LA
from the sunset strip and down to east Santa Fe
and i've seen Paris, and you've seen Rome
but it don't mean s*** 'til we get home