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Liz Phair - Stratford-on-guy lyrics
Liz Phair Lyrics
I was flying into Chicago at nightWatching the lake turn the sky into blue-;green smokeThe sun was setting to the left of the planeAnd the cabin was filled with an unearthly glowIn 27-D, I was behind the wingWatching landscape roll out like credits on a screenThe earth looked like it was lit from withinLike a poorly assembled electrical ballAs we moved out of the farmlands into the gridThe plan of a city was all that you sawAnd all of these people sitting totally stillAs the ground raced beneath them, thirty-thousand feet downIt took an hour, maybe a dayBut once I really listened the noise just fell awayAnd I was pretending that I was in a Galaxie 500 videoThe stewardess came back and checked on my drinkIn the last strings of sunlight, a Brigitte BardotAs I had on my headphonesAlong with those eyes that you getWhen your circumstance is movie-sizeIt took an hour, maybe a dayBut once I really listened the noise just fell awayIt took an hour, maybe a dayBut once I really listened the noise just fell awayBut once I really listened the noise just fell away
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