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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2008 Nov 28 Comment on this Work [[2008.11.28.01.29.26528]] |
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You are 4,000 miles away 4,120.739 miles away to be exact Which appeals to my melodramatic tendencies But 4,000 seems to sum it up nicely Our lives are 6 hours apart You're waking while I'm sleeping And my nights are just beginning While you're closing down the bar We just keep missing each other In both senses of the word I ache for everything about you But neither one of us can do much We cannot shorten the distance That has grown increasingly quiet Or wind back the clocks That mock our waking hours apart |