You're in New York, I'm in La
I drive to work, you take the train
My heart it burns, yes it burns, yes it burns
We're oceans away
I'll be asleep at the time you're awake
I know that you're hurt, I know I'm to blame
But I'll make it work, I'll make you stay
Until that day I'm one plane ride away
From New York to La

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