Don't it always seem to go

 I wonder if everyone I love will ever be in the same geographical location, ever. 

They say be careful what you wish for. Having pieces of your heart scattered all over the world just hurts. You're always looking over your shoulder to look for those you left behind. Or forward, or backward. 

"They paved paradise and put up a parking lot

With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot

Don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot"

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