| Two hours out of New York City
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| Heading south again
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| Roadside neon, blackwater river
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| The thin white line never ends
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| Oh, I wish you were here
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| Sleeping on my shoulder
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| Breathing my air
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| Waking up at 2:00 AM
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| Stumble out of a beat-up van
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| Crawl into a motel bed
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| Oh, I wish you were here
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| Thought about you all the way from New York to LA
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| Wherever I go, there you are
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| I broke my own heart for a room full of strangers
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| Staring at the pieces and parts
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| Oh, I wish you were here
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| Sleeping on my shoulder
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| Breathing my air
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| Moonlight pouring in
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| A million miles to touch your skin
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| Closer than we’ve ever been
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| Oh, I wish you were here
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| Oh, to hear your voice
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| Oh, to hear your smile
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| Oh, to hear you say «I miss you, baby»
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| I wish you were here
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| Sleeping on my shoulder
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| Breathing my air
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| Waking up at 2:00 AM
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| Stumble out of this beat-up van
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| Crawl into a motel bed (ooh)
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| Oh, I wish you were here |