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It's been a while and a million miles |
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Since I've seen the sun shine on your face |
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A long time coming, but now I'm running back home |
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The southern pines and the neon signs |
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And every back road between the two |
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Out of sight don't mean out of mind to me |
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Carry on this way |
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I'm singing to you from somewhere tonight |
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Am I getting through? Is it getting through? |
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I choke on every word |
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And it never comes out right |
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This would be so much easier standing right next to you |
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I didn't know what I was looking for |
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But I found it when I took your hand |
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That cheshire smile still cuts me down to the bone |
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Preacher says, "it's for rich or poor" |
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We see a lot of the latter of two |
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I've been gone so long |
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I'm afraid I might be losing you |
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Carry on this way |
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I'm singing to you from somewhere tonight |
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Am I getting through? Is it getting through? |
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I choke on every word |
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And it never comes out right |
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This would be so much easier standing right next to you |
