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I'll come to meet you in Moscow, Idaho |
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I'll drive down to you in Utah, specifically to Provo |
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I want to hear you say "Jessica" when you're in Philadelphia |
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and I would love to be courted long distance from Portland |
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I think it would be great |
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if you lived in a different state |
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otherwise I am too busy, I'm always in a rush |
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and there's not enough room for all my stuff |
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I like boys from Tennessee |
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and they sure now how to make them in Ypsilanti |
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I'm going to bring a little Brianna to you in Montana |
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Me wishin' I was kissin' with you in Michigan |
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I used to think it was great |
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when I got to look forward to seeing your face |
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But now that we occupy the same space |
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I just can't get excited in the same way |
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The further away, the fuzzier your face |
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The harder to make a less desirable traits |
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When I'm looking at you through a telescopic lens |
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It's easier for me to use my imagination |
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but when I'm looking at you through a microscopic lens |
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that's when it's harder for me to pretend |
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That I still think it would be great |
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For that's the only way we can remain |
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In this lovey dovey romantic phase |
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Without the drag of the everyday |
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I'm sorry that I liked you better |
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when I only knew you through your letters |
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Take it from me, the best way to be |
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is fickle and feckless and wishy and washy |
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Let me tell you the best thing to do |
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when you live in a city |
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is find yourself a hottie |
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and when you realize you want more then just a smooch |
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pack up your bags and move to Minneapolis or Duluth |
