John Taylor - Air Miles

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A CONNECTION MADE WHAT DIRECTION IS THIS\nTAKING OFF MAKE MOTION SICKNESS.\nI’m leaving home. I’m going home.\nI’m leaving the love.\nMy hearts lost desire.\nMy tickets arriving.\nLooks like I’m flying.\nAtlantic crossing and it’s time to be leaving.\nOne last time god give me one last time give me.\nOne last shot at it and I’ll be no more Miller’s man.\nThen there’ll be no more lying.\nNo more screaming and crying.\nNo more groping to feed off the wide open spaces.\nWHEN YOU GET UP.\nDon’t know myself anymore.\nWho was I last time\nI’m just an airline ticket to an out of date place\nI’m a slice of Americana lying under dust.\nYou mean you don’t have any answers you say.\nYou’re swimming upstream too you\nTry to find some identity just by running the race.\nA CONNECTION MADE WHAT DIRECTION IS THIS\nTAKING OFF MAKES MOTION SICKNESS-WHEN YOU GET UP.