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If today was not endless highway |
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If tonight was not endless trail |
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If tomorrow wasn't such a long time |
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Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all |
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Yes and only if my own true love was waiting |
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If I could hear her heart softly pounding |
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Only she was lying by me |
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Then I'd lie in my bed once again |
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I can't see my reflection in the water |
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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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I can't remember the sound of my own name |
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Yes and only if my own true love was waiting |
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If I could hear her heart softly pounding |
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If only 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 singing 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 could match the beauty |
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That I remember in my true love's eyes |
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Yes and only if my own true love was waiting |
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If I could hear her heart softly pounding |
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If only she was lying by me |
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Then I'd lie in my bed once again |
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If today was not an endless highway |
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If tonight was not endless trail |
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If tomorrow wasn't such a long time |
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Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all |
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Yes and only if my own true love was waiting |
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If I could hear her heart softly pounding |
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If only she was lying by me |
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Then I'd lie in my bed once again |
