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Something tells me you've been missing out |
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on all the places and towns we always used to go, |
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and so I'm stuck here to figure now, |
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the chance we had made you pack your bags. |
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Your three thousand miles |
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from the place you once called home. |
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So much different, |
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you're getting distant |
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and now I'm the only one whose all alone. |
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The fact about fiction is that it's always in your head. |
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So let it all go just what you don't know is I'd pick you, |
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yeah, I'd pick you instead. |
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So drink down the bottle and just go to bed, |
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this whole situation is going right over your head. |
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You're out of your body, why don't you come to mine? |
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Cause right now what it takes to fall, |
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is what it takes to climb. |
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Your three thousand miles |
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from the place you once called home. |
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So much different, |
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you're getting distant |
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and now I'm the only one whose all alone. |
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The fact about fiction is that it's always in your head. |
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So let it all go just what you don't know is I'd pick you, yeah, |
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I'd pick you instead. |
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So Break away from the simple things in life, |
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cause when the moon comes out |
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there is no doubt that it is always by your side. |
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I never thought you could be so happy with a ticket in your hand, |
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and a plane ride back to home. |
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I guess for now I'll have to settle for the fact that what we could have been is what I'll never know. |
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Your three thousand miles |
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from the place you once called home. |
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So much different, |
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you're getting distant |
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and now I'm the only one who's all alone. |
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I'm writing post cards to let you know how much I care, |
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saying, "the only thing that gets me by is when I close my eyes and pretend your'e there." |
