| You are so far away,
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| And it strains on me to hear your voice everyday.
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| You never know what you have until you’re gone,
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| So when it’s over and I’m on my way back home,
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| It feels like days and days before I’m next to you again.
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| This is how we love.
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| You’re so far away,
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| And this is where I’ll always be,
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| On the road that doesn’t end,
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| And the views they never cease,
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| With a feeling bittersweet.
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| I’m counting down the days, we’re counting down the days.
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| Beat up and broken down,
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| From the wear of it all,
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| But I can barely notice because this means too much to me.
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| You’re so far, so far away.
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| This means too much to me.
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| You’re so far,
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| You’re so far,
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| You’re so far,
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| You’re so far away.
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| And this is where I’ll always be,
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| On the road that doesn’t end,
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| And the views they never cease,
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| With a feeling bittersweet.
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| I’m counting down the days, we’re counting down the days.
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| This is how we love.
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| I believe I can take this strain.
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| You never know what you have until you’re gone,
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| You’re far away,
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| But this is where I will always be.
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| This is where I will always be.
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| So when it’s over,
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| And I’m on my way back home,
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| I realize I’ll be gone in another day,
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| But twenty-four hours can last me for months.
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| Maybe I can’t take this strain.
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| I have thought about it every night,
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| (And this is where I will always be)
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| In different places where I rest my mind,
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| (On the road that doesn’t end)
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| And when I’m waking it all remains.
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| You never know what you have until you’re gone,
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| But you’re are the reason for me,
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| That I can do this consistently.
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| So far away.
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| This is how we love.
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| You’re so far away.
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| This is how we love. |