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Six-Hundred Sixty-Six Miles
The days go by,
But they seem slower than ever.
It's only been weeks,
Since the day I meet my lover.
He says he hates the movies where couples kiss,
Most likely 'cause it's what we both miss.
It was a single day of infinite bliss.
Now we're stuck with "666" miles parting us in a lonely abyss.
I say I hate all the songs on every station,
Most likely cause they keep me in constant contemplation.
The voices tell their own stories of a loving situation.
Once free, now distance is again our only hesitation.
The days go by,
And it's as cliche as ever.
It feels like months,
Since the day we've been separated from each other.
