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All this distance really hurts Conversion scale just does not work Metric tons, two minus one Bottle caps in a pocket change tray The weight is constant and heavy Centimeters, inches, feet - they just can't compete With all the while and all the miles 2332 Fulton St. It's the haps you had a plane to catch The wait is pulling teeth and steady The wait is anything but easy Perhaps the stories always end with me Bottle caps in a pocket change tray I think I get it, I think I understand The way we planned, it didn't make sense But then again, I'm probably wrong for you my dear See her in the magazine How's everything on her scene Read her in the Interview It wasn't half bad she said It's late now I'm in bed and tired Letras de cancionesNot quite drunk enough, forced to think for a while Of why I never wrote or called Or why I never did anything at all Lie here in my bed alone Try and block out the drone Of that salad dressing month we had She was right, it wasn't half bad And somehow it just might make sense I think I get it, I think I understand Still I wonder I'll I wonder What if What might have been From Letras Mania