You still write me old fashioned letters
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Put your perfume on the pages
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With crossed out words
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That you took back like
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Do you really miss me
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In my own way
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I take you everywhere I go
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And it feels like home
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'Cause I can hear you say
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It's going to be okay
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This waking life is a dream
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But it's not right with me
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To have to hear your voice
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Reaching through the wire
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But it's not fair to be
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3000 miles away from California
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Days like this I feel the distance
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I want to run but I resist it
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With cold reminders
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All around me
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Of what I've left behind
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But it's not right with me
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To have to hear your voice
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Reaching through the wire
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But it's not fair to be
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3000 miles away from California
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Oh
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It doesn't feel the same
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No, No
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Nothing feels the same
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Without you
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But it's not right with me
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To have to hear your voice
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Reaching through the wire
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But it's not fair to be
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3000 miles away from California
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In my own way
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I take you everywhere I go
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And it feels like home
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Old Fashioned Letters
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Jason Reeves |