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Texty: James Taylor. In The Pocket. Nothing Like a Hundred Miles.

I have tried to forget about you
And all the plans that we had planned
Yes, and I'm bound to leave this town
I don't care where I may land

If what they're telling me is true
And you have found somebody new
To love you
There ain't but one thing I can do, baby
To save my heart from being broken in two by you
Baby, I'm moving through

There's nothing like a hundred miles
Between me and trouble in my mind
There's nothing like a hundred miles
Show me the yellow line
There's nothing like a hundred miles
When I'm only passing through
There's nothing like a hundred miles
To make me forget about you
Forget about you, baby

Don't we like our found farewells

And don't we like to keep our good-byes
Nice and clean
You may wish I'd go to hell
While you tell me what a pleasure it's been
So long, baby, I'm moving on

There's nothing like a hundred miles
Between me and trouble in mind
There's nothing like a hundred miles
Somebody show me the yellow line
There's nothing like a hundred miles
When I'm only passing through
There's nothing like a hundred miles
To make me forget about you
Forget about you

I have tried to forget about you
Baby, I have failed
Just as long as I stay in houston
I will