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Because, after all the partying, and smashing, and crashing, (and all the glitz and the glam and the fashion), and all the pandemonium and all the madness, there comes a time where you fade to the blackness. And when you starin' at that phone in your lap, and you hopin', but them people never call you back. But that's just how the story unfolds. You get another hand soon after you fold, and when your plans unravellin', they're sayin' "What would you wish for if you had one chance?" So airplane, sorry, I'm late. I'm on my way, so don't close that gate. If I don't make that, then I switch my flight and I'll be right back at it by the end of the night.