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so far awaycarole king

So far away, doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're just time away

Long ago I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
How I wish I could, but you're so far away

One more song about movin' along the highway
Can't say much of anything that's new
If I could only work this life out my way
I'd rather spend it bein' close to you.

But you're so far away, doesn't anybody stay in one place any more
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're so far away

Travelin' around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothin' else to do but close my mind
I sure do hope the road don't come to own me
There's so many dreams
I've yet to find

But your so far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesn't help to know youre so far away

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i'm eating and sleeping my way to the Nirvana of Dying Early and Suddenly of Heart Dsease. there isn't really much to say apart from that i've written an intro to one of three essays and realised that the hundred odd pages i photocopied off victor savage's book isn't much help in understanding wallace. and, of course, a complete waste of money.

also procrastinating on doing the maths re: the skirt from scratch which is my Project of the Holiday, however dubious sounding it is. i've hemmed it up and sewed the zip already, i just haven't done the pleats. It doesn't really mean much, save that i'm in incredibly lazy arse. i've not even added on the top to the pair of capris i'd started before i left. Wallace gives me a rather deprecaory explanation: it must be this Oriental climate which so induces sluggishness; which my Oriental heritage simply predisposes me to. So it's not really my fault, go ask the nineteenth century naturalists...

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