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If today was not an endless highway |
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I today was not a crooked trail |
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If tomorrow wasn't such a long time |
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Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all. |
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I can't see my reflection in the waters |
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I can't speak the sounds that show no pain |
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I can't hear the echo of my footsteps |
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Or can't remember the sound of my own name. |
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Yes and only if my own true love was waitin |
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Yes and if I could hear her heart a-softly pounding |
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Yes only if she was lying by me |
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Then I'd lie in my bed once again. |
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There's beauty in the silver singin' river |
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There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky |
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But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty |
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That I remember in my true love's eyes. |
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If today was not an endless highway |
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If tomorrow wasn't such a long time... |
