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You are so far away* |
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And it strains on me to hear your voice everyday. |
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You never know what you have until you're gone, |
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So when it's over and I'm on way my back home, |
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It feels like days before I'm next to you again. |
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This is how we love. |
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You're so far away, |
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And this is where I will always be, |
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On the roads that don't end, |
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And the views that never cease, |
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With a feeling bittersweet. |
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Counting down the days, we're counting down the days. |
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Beat up and broken down, |
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From the wear of it all, |
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But I can barely notice because this means too much to me. |
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You're so far, |
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So far away. |
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This means too much to me. |
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You're so far, |
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You're so far, |
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You're so far, |
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You're so far away. |
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And this is where I will always be, |
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On the roads that doesn't end, |
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And the views that never cease, |
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With a feeling bittersweet. |
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I'm counting down the days, |
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We're counting down the days. |
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This is how we love. |
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I believe I can take this strain. |
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You never know what you have until you're gone, |
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You're far away, |
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But this is where I will always be. |
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This is where I will always be. |
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So when it's over, |
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And I'm on my way back home, |
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I realize I'll be gone in another day, |
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But twenty four hours can last me for months. |
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Maybe I can't take this strain. |
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I have thought about it every night, |
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(And this is where I will always be) |
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In different places where I rest my mind, |
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(On the road that doesn't end) |
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And when I'm waking it all remains. |
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You never know what you have until you're gone, |
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But you're are the reason for me, |
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That I can do this consistently. |
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So far away. |
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This is how we love. |
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You're so far away. |
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This is how we love. |
