Texty

Sitting alone in a room I'm still new to Trying to sleep in timezones I'm not used to Calling your phone and talking to your voicemail Not feeling alone, we simply made that choice to fail Don't run from me Long distance helped me see Ten thousand, three hundred, fifty two miles away Don't mean much if your so called "love" Has absolutely nothing to say to you Ten thousand, three hundred, fifty two miles away On a jet plane I flew far away from you Taking my time to take in my surroundings Seeing the sights of places so astounding On the 4th of July we completely lost connection Let myself cry with no sense of affection Don't hide from me Long distance set me free Ten thousand, three hundred, fifty two miles away Don't mean much if your so called "love" Has absolutely nothing to say to you Ten thousand, three hundred, fifty two miles away On a jet plane I flew far away from you Was a good thing too We made it up then messed it up Then spent so long apart Just don't say that you cared for me Or tried to mend my heart We made it up then messed it up Then spent so long apart Just don't say something's over When it never had a start Holding a hand yet feeling so uncertain Turning away, you're just not the right person Turning away, you're just not right Ten thousand, three hundred, fifty two miles away Don't mean much if your so called "love" Has absolutely nothing to say to you Ten thousand, three hundred, fifty two miles away On a jet plane I flew far away from you Was a good thing too
Writer(s): Gretta Ray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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