she's always busy caring 'cos that's all she's ever done
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she's a thousand Florence Nightingales all rolled up into one
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and (well) people take advantage but she loves her fellow friend
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with a slow, slow count from ten...
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when strangers die around her she still cries herself to sleep
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and she seldom gets the chance to pick the company she keeps
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and the ring around her finger is a ring around her past
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and a youth that couldn't last
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when people ask if she's OK she doesn't even answer
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her mind is set on auto-think, for heaven knows how long
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with the body of an angel and the features of a child
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CHORUS:
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she's miles and miles and miles and miles away
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she's the miles away girl, 'cos she's the miles away girl
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and she slaps miles and miles of smiles on every face
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she's the miles away girl, she's the miles away girl
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she's the miles away girl, right next to (me)
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she send a men to slumber-land with just one little kiss
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her silence is refreshing and her honesty is bliss
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she's probably clairvoyant but she never had the call
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but that's not long at all...
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her head's up with the stars because she knows that's where she's heading
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the good guys think she's different the rest just think she's weird
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she doesn't eat, she doesn't sleep, she's thinking all the while
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CHORUS
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and maybe you're the angel I knew that you could be
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well that must be the reason you bring out the devil in me
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deep under the covers, an easy place to hide
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and imagine the world isn't really going on outside
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but you never seem to have any money 'cos the decent people never get paid
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but there's never really ever a problem' cos you can get miles away, miles away, miles away
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CHORUS
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The Miles Away Girl
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The Wildhearts |