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maybe i'll see you again baby, and maybe i won't, maybe you've bought your ticket, gone back to detroit, airplanes make strangers of us all, give us distance, much too easily. jim says some destinies, should not be delivered, but you and i seen now baby, that still they are, winning it makes losers of us all, 'cause the dice roll, so indifferently. well, i'll wrap myself in cities i travel, i'll wrap myself in dreams, i'll wrap myself in solitude, but i wish i could wrap myself, in thee. tonight it's hot, without you, tomorrow'll be cold, winter will come along, driven by snow, love it makes strangers of us all, when we part, oh so thoughtlessly, once we breathed the breath, of sweet surrender, pure, pure arab air filled our, atmosphere, but pride it makes stars of us all, until we fall, for everyone to see.

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Artist: blue oyster cult