| When I was a younger
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| I used to dream a lot
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| Staring into my coffee
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| About how you’d love me
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| And write me poetry
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| And want to be with me, yeah
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| Well, momma done told me
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| You might wander far, yeah
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| But nobody warned me
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| The road would own your heart
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| And so I’m saying
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| If you have to go away
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| I will be waiting by the phone
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| And if you have to go away
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| I’ll put your records on
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| Pretend you’re still at home
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| Now that I’m older
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| I sit at home a lot
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| With the kid we’ve got, yeah
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| The radio’s playing
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| He really loves his wife
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| I hear the D.J. |
| saying
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| Well momma done told me
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| You might wander far, oh
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| As long as you hold me
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| More than you hold that guitar
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| I’ll keep on saying
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| If you have to go away
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| I’ll leave your shoes beside the bed
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| And if you have to go away
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| I’ll want to be with you
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| I’ll be with me instead
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| If you have to go away
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| I won’t be sleeping very well
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| But if you have to go away
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| I’ll be loving you
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| Till it’s cold in hell
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| Maybe you’ll write me this time
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| Maybe you’ll call on a static line
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| Saying don’t you ever worry your pretty mind
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| Cause you and me are gonna be fine
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| And so I’m saying
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| If you have to go away
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| I will be waiting by the phone
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| And if you have to go away
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| I’ll put your records on
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| Pretend you’re still at home
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| If you have to go away
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| I’ll leave your shoes beside the bed
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| And if you have to go away
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| I’ll want to be with you
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| I’ll be with me instead
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| If you have to go away
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| I won’t be sleeping very well
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| But if you have to go away
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| I’ll be loving you
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| I’ll be loving you
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| If you have to go away |