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Fifteen days 'til |
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I get back home |
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Locked the door and throw away that phone |
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I'm always under but |
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I never move on |
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Hush little baby close your eyes |
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Hurt's the price for being alive |
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Hearing your sweet voice on the line |
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Come fill these empty arms of mine |
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Something's coming up in the bus windshield |
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Flocks of birds cause an open field |
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Gonna take a picture to share to the kids |
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Just can't capture how big the sky is |
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Fifteen days 'til |
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I get back home |
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I chased around the beverage some |
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I never spend weeks since the last passed through |
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But I'll try to make it up to you |
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I'm gonna try to make it up to you |
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Gonna do the best that |
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I can do Strech each day across the rim |
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Until it's leaving time again |