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Maybe she's on her lunch break thinking of youOr typing words on a screen flashing black and blueGod keeps us guessing and I've been guessing hardThere's hardly a word to screw this hurt back into the starsI dream vacations and arguments plucked from a vineI lost my keys in the vacuum of your worried mindI can't move from sleeping and sleeping is the way that I moveOver the mountain, across the valley and back to youPlease report me missing to the Sheriff of Century EstatesI'm not going to listen and I won't feign escapeGod keeps us guessing and I've been guessing hardOver the mountain, across the valley, and back to the starsOver the mountain, across the valley, and back to the stars From Letras Mania