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There's a fire burning bright |
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At our house tonight |
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Slow music playing |
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And soft candlelight |
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On her lips I keep tasting |
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The warm red wine |
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I'm there in her arms |
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But it's all in my mind |
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The snow is piled high on the highway tonight |
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I'm a ship lost at sea on this ocean of white |
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Eighteen wheels anchored somewhere out of Dover |
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I wish I could hold her |
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Instead of huggin' this old cold shoulder |
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This old highway |
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Is like a woman sometimes |
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She can be your best friend |
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But she's the real jealous kind |
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She's the lady that leads me |
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To the life I dream of |
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She's the mistress that keeps me |
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>From the ones that I love |
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The snow is piled high on the highway tonight |
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I'm a ship lost at sea on this ocean of white |
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Eighteen wheels anchored somewhere out of Dover |
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I wish I could hold her |
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Instead of huggin' this old cold shoulder |
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God, I wish I could hold her |
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Instead of huggin' this old cold shoulder |
