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On the other side of night and day |
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I could be no farther away |
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The moon I see is not our moon, |
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This sun is not the one we know |
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But the are safe with you at home |
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It's I, who's gone |
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And I am pining for you, |
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Reminded of you all the time |
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I'm always pining, for you |
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What I thought was so unique about you |
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Must be common after all |
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For I am constantly reminded of you everywhere I go |
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What I thought was so extraordinary, is common after all |
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As I am constantly pining for you, everywhere I go |
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You could go anywhere and people would invite you to stay |
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I could meet anyone else and still feel completely alone |
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So I try to distract myself and make new discoveries |
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But as I explore the forests of my Seoul, I see you in the trees |
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And I am pining for you, |
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Reminded of you all the time |
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I'm always pining, for you |
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What I thought was so unique about you |
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Must be common after all |
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For I am constantly reminded of you everywhere I go |
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What I thought was so extraordinary is common around the world |
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Men are always pining for their loves, while their loves don't pine for them at all |
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And I am pining for you, reminded of you in everything I see |
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I'm always pining, for you |
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And I am pining for you, reminded of you in everything I see |
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I'm always pining for you, though I know you don't pine for me |
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In the land of the rising sun, I dream of the midnight run |
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In the land of the morning calm, I lie awake until tomorrow's dawn |
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On the other side of night and day |
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I could be no farther away |
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The moon I see is not our moon, This sun is not the one we know |
