[There's a young girl that wrote and sings the following song. I've never related more to anything else in this world. She loved with a boy that was geography impossible to love. I don't know her at all. But we have the same story.] "Baby, I'll attack a miner Steal his hat and his shovel, Get a map and dig a long tunnel That leds from my room to yours I'll install trapdoors. Baby, you should send me a lock of your dark hair I'll take it to a lab and see what they can do there They'll clone you, send a copy back, And leave you here."