Why must someone like you only exist in distant places
with hard to pronounce names?
Why must you only exist on vacations
And short adventures?
Why can’t you live next door or down the road?
I could settle for the next town over.
But instead you’re from a land I’ve never seen
And living in a place I’ll never see again.
Why can’t you just follow me across this country?
Why can’t you see this is where you belong?
Why did I have to go and fall
For someone so far away?
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