Something tells me you¡¯ve been missing out
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on all the places and towns we always used to go,
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and so I¡¯m stuck here to figure now,
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the chance we had made you pack your bags.
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Your three thousand miles
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from the place you once called home.
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So much different,
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you¡¯re getting distant
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and now I¡¯m the only one whose all alone.
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The fact about fiction is that it¡¯s always in your head.
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So let it all go just what you don¡¯t know is I¡¯d pick you,
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yeah, I¡¯d pick you instead.
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So drink down the bottle and just go to bed,
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this whole situation is going right over your head.
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You¡¯re out of your body, why don¡¯t you come to mine?
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Cause right now what it takes to fall,
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is what it takes to climb.
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Your three thousand miles
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from the place you once called home.
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So much different,
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you¡¯re getting distant
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and now I¡¯m the only one whose all alone.
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The fact about fiction is that it¡¯s always in your head.
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So let it all go just what you don¡¯t know is I¡¯d pick you, yeah,
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I¡¯d pick you instead.
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So Break away from the simple things in life,
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cause when the moon comes out
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there is no doubt that it is always by your side.
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I never thought you could be so happy with a ticket in your hand,
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and a plane ride back to home.
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I guess for now I'll have to settle for the fact
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that what we could have been is what I¡¯ll never know.
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Your three thousand miles
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from the place you once called home.
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So much different,
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you¡¯re getting distant
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and now I¡¯m the only one who¡¯s all alone.
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I¡¯m writing post cards to let you know how much I care, saying,
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"the only thing that gets me by is when I close my eyes and pretend your'e there."
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Three Thousand Miles
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