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You live in Phnom Penh |
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You live in New York City |
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But I think about you so, so, so, so |
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So much I forget to eat |
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It's 4 a.m., I check my email |
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I'm too geared up to fall asleep |
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So I write you back and count the days |
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Until we'll be together |
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The first thing that I do is |
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Throw my arms around you |
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And never let go |
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And never let go |
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I call you from my hotel room |
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I'm sitting on the hallway floor |
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I know that we are so, so, so, so tired |
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My phone card just expired |
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You only call me when you're drunk |
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I can tell it by your voice |
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It's the only time that you open up to me |
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And tell me that you love me |
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The first thing that I do is |
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Throw my arms around you |
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And never let go |
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And never let go |
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I'm thirty thousand feet high |
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Flying through the dead of night |
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I took an Ambien and you came |
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To visit me in my dreams |
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You were bathed in blue light |
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Floating right in front of me |
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Your face was so, so, so, so bright |
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I had to close my eyes to see |
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The first thing that I do is |
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Throw my arms around you |
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And never let go |
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And never let go |
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Never let go, oh, oh |
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Never let go, oh, oh |
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Never let go, oh, oh |
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Never let go, oh, oh |
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Never let go, oh, oh |
