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There's no stronger wind than the one that blows |
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Down a lonesome railroad line |
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No prettier sight than looking back |
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On a town you left behind |
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There is nothin' that's as real |
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As a love that's in my mind |
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Close your eyes |
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I'll be here in the morning |
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Close your eyes |
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I'll be here for a while |
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There's lots of things along the road |
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I'd surely like to see |
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I'd like to lean into the wind |
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And tell myself I'm free |
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But your softest whisper's louder |
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Than the highways call to me |
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All the mountains and the rivers |
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And the valleys can't compare |
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To your blue lit dancin' eyes |
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And yellow shining hair |
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I could never hit the open road |
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And leave you layin' there |
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Lay your head back easy, love |
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Close your cryin' eyes |
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I'll be layin' here beside you |
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When the sun comes on the rise |
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I'll stay as long as the cuckoo wails |
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And the lonesome bluejay cries |
