miles away from the girl i miss and, i hate it
would you hate it if i took the next bus up to your place, or do you miss it?
when you say something funny, i try not to laugh, 'cause i hate it
what's the point of being happy?
i miss it
and i'll try, to go on day by day
but i can't, 'cause i'm
miles away from the girl i miss, and i hate it
would you hate it if i wrote a song about you, 'cause i did
and i hate it
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