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First we lived in India--in winter it rains there every day
We were younger then, we were children in India
There were signs and people we'd never understand
You said, "hold my hand," and I held your hand
There is one of me, and one of you
And two of us with one hundred questions
And two thousand reasons, but ten's a perfect number
We are twenty thousand hearts full of hunger
Twenty thousand hearts
Then we're dancing in Geneva--it's New Year's Eve
And all the American were there
They said "it's still last year in New York City"
You said, "New York where?"
I said, "New York City--it's three thousand miles away"
You said, "What's a mile?" I said, "It's far away"...
Now you ask me to explain myself
And I tell you I need distance
You say, "To hell with distance, remember who you're talking to"
I say, "Closeness is too much for me,"
And dismiss you with a smile
You say, "Wish away the closeness and imagine it's a mile