| I don’t remember many gigs
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| But I remember many roads
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| And being lost in the middle of nowhere
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| Cursing you on the phone
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| I can remember being a fool almost all of the time
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| But I can’t remember missing you so much as I do now
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| The cities passing by
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| They never knew of you and I
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| The million cities we passed by
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| They never knew of you and I
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| It was good to see you
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| After all this time you’re still a little girl
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| You drop your eyes a bit too fast
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| If by chance I spell your name
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| It was good to see you after all
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| It was good to see you after all
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| And the cities passing by
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| They never knew of you and I
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| The million cities we passed by
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| They never knew of you and I
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| It was good to see you after all
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| It was good to see you after all
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| It was good to see you after all
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| It was good to see you after all
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| The cities passing by
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| They never knew of you and I
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| The million cities we passed by
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| They never knew of you and I
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| The cities passing by
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| They never knew of you and I
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| The million cities we passed by
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| They never knew of you and I |