| I see your face every single time that I close my eyes, that I say your name
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| When the time flies by, goes one minute, minute, two minute
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| Then it’s three weeks later and I’m still not home
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| Back at the club, trying to call your phone
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| It’s middle of the night before I get back home
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| To a hotel room where you’re a million miles away
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| Where you’re a million miles away
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| And I don’t want to leave you here
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| I just want to be your shadow
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| And you can find me in the sun so bright
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| And tie me to your wrist each night
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| And I’ll follow you
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| I’ll follow you home
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| Well then the day cuts through
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| The circus door and window in my hotel room
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| And I’m in a haze, in a lonely dread
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| I need to get a cup of coffee, get the fuck out of my head and drown
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| Ears ringing, start singing to myself
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| Then cross state lines going where the wind blows
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| But I’m living in a dream world
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| Acting like you’re here, but you’re a million miles away
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| But you’re a million miles away
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| And I don’t want to leave you here
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| I just want to be your shadow
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| And you can find me in the sun so bright
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| And tie me to your wrist each night
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| And I’ll follow you
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| I’ll follow you home |