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It's too cold by the window |
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and too hot by the fire |
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The porch light is burnt out |
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and the sky looks tired |
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It's all wrong while your gone |
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It's all wrong while your gone |
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The bedroom is like a Monday and the phone is my only song |
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The nights a broken radio even the dogs face is long |
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It's all wrong while your gone |
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It's all wrong while your gone |
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Come home and the birds will bring you honey |
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Come home and flowers will bloom |
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Come home are you as lonesome |
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Come home soon |
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I can hear your wheels turn on the lonely highway |
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Ice kicked up in the February sun of the town Thunderbay |
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It's all wrong while your gone |
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It's all wrong while your gone |
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Come home and the birds will bring you honey |
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Come home and flowers will bloom |
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Come home are you as lonesome |
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Come home soon |
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East to west, north to south, blind in the pines of highway 69 |
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Thirty loads in thirty nights, thirty cities and dirty dashboard days |
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It's all wrong while your gone |
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It's all wrong while your gone |
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Come home and the birds will bring you honey |
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Come home and flowers will bloom |
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Come home are you as lonesome |
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Come home soon |
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Come home soon |
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Come home soon |
