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She's a million miles away from me |
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Separated by a hollow wooden door |
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But some time we can't erase, serves me right |
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To let her in the first time she knocked |
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And all this wanderin', got you nothin' |
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You were ready to but never could |
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Things you never saw in me, she'll see |
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Observations that she'd heard from other people |
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That she never understood, serves her right |
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Not knowin' just exactly what she wants |
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And all this wanderin', got me nothin' |
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You were ready to but never could |
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Are you happy wanderin'? |
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Remember sittin' on your car, that night? |
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Clouds rolled out and vailing |
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Lights around the bay |
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And you told me all those things |
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Remember that you told me |
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You can't match your clothes? |
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Remember that, I confessed |
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How when I laugh sometimes, I'm cryin' |
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And we sat and didn't talk for half an hour |
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Remember that, alone 'cause I won't remember anymore |
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And all this wanderin' |
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And all this wanderin' |
