| I fell for a girl, when I was twenty-one
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| We met in Chicago and we had us some fun
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| But she lived in Boston and me in LA
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| So we went our separate ways
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| Then we started talkin' on the phone at night
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| Trading stories and it felt just right
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| So one day I called her said I’m coming out east
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| Be there next Tuesday and can I see you please
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| She said that’s alright with me
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| Baby it’s fine with me
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| Now I only have to wait for one more week
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| Until I see you again
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| I only have a bus ride, two flights an hour on the train until I see you again
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| I’m up at four AM for twelve hours of traveling and then I’ll see you again
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| And the whole way I’ll be thinking oh why’d I have to fall
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| For a girl who lives so far away from home
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| Just a bus ride, two flights an hour on the train until I see you again
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| I walked up to your building and I opened the door
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| Lugged my big suitcase up to the fourth floor
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| My heart was racing, my stomach was in knots
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| Come on in, you said. |
| The door is unlocked
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| And there you were, in nothing but a nightie
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| A glass of wine in one hand and fire in your eyes
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| Well that’s when I knew we would be ok
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| Even though to get here took a whole damn day
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| But that’s alright with me
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| Baby it’s fine with me
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| You know I’d even travel for a whole week
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| Just to see you again
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| I only have a bus ride, two flights an hour on the train until I see you again
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| I have to keep myself from falling asleep cause I’m about to see you again
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| I’ve never felt this way before
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| But baby I sure wish you lived next door
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| Just a bus ride, two flights an hour on the train until I see you again
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| We made it work as the years rolled by
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| But it tore me apart when we’d say goodbye
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| Yes I’ll admit sometimes I’d wanna quit
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| But I kept on working to make you mine
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| And then said you were moving out west
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| You’d thought it all over and this was for the best
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| Now we’re together nearly everyday
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| And I’m so happy I don’t have to say
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| I only have a bus ride, two flights an hour on the train until I see you again
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| I feel alive it’s just a drive down the 5 for me to see you again
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| I’m so glad you moved out to Cali
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| But it ain’t perfect — you’re downtown, I’m in the valley
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| Hey no more bus rides, planes or hours on the train just to see you again |