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I love these hands so soft and strong |
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I love these hands they can do no wrong |
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I love these hands they belong to you |
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And I will love these hands my life through |
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Cold night on the western shore |
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Wide awake and we're movin' too slow |
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Letters and pictures and old gravel roads |
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Carry me home |
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Well you held so tight in a rain of tears |
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I knew you were mine |
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I'd never leave you think I'd die if I did |
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You seem to know a lot for a small town kid |
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Let's plant a seed and watch it grow |
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Takin' it slow |
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Well a thousand miles on a telephone line) |
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And nothing in between |
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I wanna hold you and squeeze you so tight |
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I wanna hold you and make it alright |
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Please make it alright |
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Please make it alright |
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I have a picture I keep in my bag |
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I bring it out when my spirits drag |
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It's you and me from a long time ago |
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Takin' it slow |
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Well you hammer that nail and bite that lip |
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You can't wait til tomorrow |
