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The thought of you makes me sick I can't function or focus My heart aches My legs are weak Crowded by my thoughts And all I want is to be left alone While someone keeps me company But you can't do that when you're 180 miles away We fall apart Say our goodbyes Through a fuzzy telephone line I'm left broken but hopeful Terrified of every option
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
One Hundred Eighty Miles of Telephone Wire
The thought of you makes me sick I can't function or focus My heart aches My legs are weak Crowded by my thoughts And all I want is to be left alone While someone keeps me company But you can't do that when you're 180 miles away We fall apart Say our goodbyes Through a fuzzy telephone line I'm left broken but hopeful Terrified of every option
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
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