| They say distance is relative
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| And relative to relatives I have
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| I’d say I’m relatively close
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| To breaking down
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| Because right now
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| I feel so alone
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| I’ve been missing the elements and
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| Wishing the elephant in the room
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| Would leave and kindly close the door
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| I can’t ignore
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| Him like before
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| Not anymore
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| Oh, I miss you most at six feet apart when you’re
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| Right outside my window, but can’t ride inside my car
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| And it hurts to know just how lovely you are
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| And be too far away to hold, but close enough to break my heart
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| I miss your smile
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| Feels like miles
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| Six feet apart
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| So far, so far, but so close
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| Like a star out in the cosmos
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| Can’t touch the beauty I see
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| That’s how it feels at six feet
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| Space and time are interwoven
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| Well, at least that’s what we’re told
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| When I was young, I was suspicious, but it’s true
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| Time sticks like glue
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| I feel so blue
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| Here missing you
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| So I think I’ll build a time machine and go back to a time
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| When we didn’t need to measure six feet on the ground
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| When I came around
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| That’s not allowed
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| I can’t go back now
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| So, I miss you most at six feet apart when you’re
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| Right outside my window, but can’t ride inside my car
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| And it hurts to know just how lovely you are
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| And be too far away to hold, but close enough to break my heart
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| I miss your smile
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| Feels like miles
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| Six feet apart
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| So far, so far, but so close
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| Like a star out in the cosmos
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| Can’t touch the beauty I see
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| That’s how it all feels to me
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| So far, so far, but so close
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| Like a star out in the cosmos
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| Can’t touch the beauty I see
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| That’s how it feels at six feet |