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(Rosanne Cash) |
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Distance makes the heart start wondering |
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Absence makes the anger grow |
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The world may just be spinning through us |
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And seperation lets it show |
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I walk away the fear and anger |
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I'm talking through the tears each day |
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I push myself to points of danger |
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But nothing makes it go away |
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Chorus |
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I want a cure |
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A mental, geographical cure |
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A physical, chemical cure |
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Sugar or shopping |
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Drinking or dropping |
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The emotional highs |
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Of my life in disguise |
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There's one thing for sure |
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I want a cure |
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Love seems like a fancy theory |
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Fame a substitute for friends |
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Those who love can't get near me |
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Those who don't are moving in |
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A heart is like a broken window |
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Pain depends on point of view |
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The world may just be slowly stopping |
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And no one knows but me and you |
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Chorus |
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Where no one can see me |
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No one knows how I'm feeling |
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Chorus |
