| You know what I miss
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| Small things, like
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| textures and flavors
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| How close up everything
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| used to feel
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| Till this distance came
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| in our lives… distance
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| came in our lives
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| It always happens
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| when you’re trying to get next to someone
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| When you want to reach
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| their heart.
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| You cannot get close
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| enough… to start
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| Talking.
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| Talking straight to one another.
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| Do you remember
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| The things you used
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| to write on the dashboard
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| in the dust?
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| And the way we never, never
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| we never thought
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| this car would rust
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| Till this distance
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| came in our lives.
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| Distance came in our lives.
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| It always happens
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| when you’re trying
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| to get next to someone
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| When you want to reach
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| her heart.
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| You cannot get close, close,
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| close enough to start
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| Talking… talking straight
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| to one another
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| Talking and talking and talking
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| Across these distances
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| in our lives.
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| distances in our lives
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| distances in our lives.
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| © 1986 Guerilla Music Inc. (BMI)
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| Acoustic guitar: David Crosby
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| Electric guitar: Dan Kortchmar
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| Bass: George Perry
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| Electric piano: Kenny Kirkland
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| Electric piano: Graham Nash
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| Drums: Joe Vitale
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| Percussion: Joe Lala |