You can see her late tonight
A shooting star, a streak of light
With the wind at her command
Looking for a place to land

In the dark and dangerous silence of the night
I can't find an antidote that makes me feel all right
She's five-hundred miles from here and it's plain to see
That I have an enemy, his name Geography

Oh Geography
It's a special recipe
Made to taunt and torture me

Sometimes when I close my eyes she seems to come to me
And for just a moment I am not love's refugee
She's five-hundred miles from here and it's plain to see
That I have an enemy, his name Geography

Oh Geography
It's a special recipe
Made to taunt and torture me

Sometimes when I close my eyes she seems to come to me

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