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The Devil Wears Prada

Across land, across sea
We can't count the miles
The days, the weeks, the months, the years
We can't count the miles

Do you know what it's like?
How is it when you fall asleep?
Have you ever been in love?
Could you explain to me since
I keep trying to pretend
But it's better to keep quiet
Still it goes without saying
That I can't help it

Across land, across sea
We can't count the miles
The days, the weeks, the months, the years
We can't count the miles now
If you wanted to trade places
Exist in different spaces
One would have to erase this