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You're just a mile away |
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One thousand five tiny steps from here |
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But if I brought you near |
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would you believe when I say, |
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It seems like yesterday |
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that I could reach out and touch your face, |
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But as I fall from grace |
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into whose arms can I lay |
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It's always much too late |
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We get the signs |
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We can't communicate |
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Or turn back time |
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So what will be now, do you feel somehow |
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Not so together and not quite as strong |
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Now I believe |
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Alone doesn't have to mean lonely, after you've gone |
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If it's a healing wind |
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That cools the flame burning in my sight |
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It must accelerate |
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For two wrongs they don't make a right |
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And all these solitaires, lone victories |
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Wars fought in isolation, with none to please |
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The future's still uncertain, the past is done |
