| It’s morning time, wonder where you are
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| Wonder who you’re talking to
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| Wonder if the sun has risen where you are
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| It’s morning time, I miss your hands on my skin
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| This bed’s too big without you
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| Oh god, what do I do?
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| I’m a thousand miles away, and I’m lying next to you
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| The sun shines golden, and I feel like my car
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| A little run down, a little beat up, maybe just a little green
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| Maybe it’s my battery, maybe it’s my starter
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| Maybe my heart’s too weak
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| There’s just this feeling, thought I had to get going
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| Got too scary, got too big, got to get out of here
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| But now I don’t know how to get home
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| Oh god, what do I do?
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| I’m a thousand miles away, and lying next to you
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| Mama says take my vitamins
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| Daddy says «girl, don’t stay out so late»
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| Sister says «there's other fishes in the sea»
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| But love is not a rational thing, and my heart is beyond advice
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| No, love is not a rational thing
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| Oh god, what do I do?
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| I’m a thousand miles away, and lying next to you
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| These fields stretch out like patchwork, on my granny’s quilt
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| She used to tell me that
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| «Life is a series of strange and mysterious things
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| One minute you think you’re up, the next you find you’re down»
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| Your mind says «girl, you gotta stick around»
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| But your heart says «I'm too weak in the knees»
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| Oh god, what do I do?
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| I’m a thousand miles away, and lying next to you |