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She’s sitting on the sofa
And I’m in the power chair
For a quiet evening in,
That’s the usual affair
I love to just unwind with her
I really can’t complain
10,000 miles was this our fate
Meet one day, the next separate
Two of a kind
Our love, we went in blind
10,000 miles is this just a number
The signs point to you sir
