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I had to walk miles, miles
In this terrible sunlight
To make sure you knew
Where I was before
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I had to write ten letters, count them
With this broken pencil
To let you know
That no one knows for sure
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I had to call you a million times, or more
On this dated cellphone
To ask you to meet me
At your own front door
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I had to make my voice so quiet, so focused
In the most silent of rooms
Just to see if you really get
Why my feet are so sore