The sun coming up,
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Seems to agree
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With our moods
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Slow with world,
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Slow with the world, on our finger tips
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And still we'll wish that we had something more to miss
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When you leave for the east, I'll stay to the west
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Don't expect me to miss you
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Yeah, don't expect me to miss you
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We called ourselves miles, we let ourselves dream
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But dreams only come when we sleep,
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We've got thousands of miles, with states in between
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I beg for you to forget me, just to let you be
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Don't expect me to miss
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Yeah, don't expect me to miss you
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My bed gets sick of your body
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Like the moon gets sick of the stars
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If I'm going down I'll take the whole damn town down
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Don't expect me to miss you,
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Yeah don't expect me to miss you,
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The sun coming up,
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Seems to agree
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With our moods
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I'll Stay To The West
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| Anarbor |
