| I can’t count the times
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| And all those lonely motel nights
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| I’ve stared at four gray walls
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| The miles don’t seem as far
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| Cause in my mind your in my arms
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| I hear your voice
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| And all my dreams come true
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| And girl is almost like being there
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| I close my eyes and you appear
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| I could swear you’re right there in the room
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| You come to me like you always do
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| A sweet dream I surrender to
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| It’s almost like being there with you
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| It goes straight to my heart
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| The way you whisper in the dark
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| Like only you can do
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| When we’re alone
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| And in that big ole bedto
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| The words keep ringin in my head
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| Girl even
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| After we hang up the phone
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| And girl is almost like being there
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| I close my eyes and you appear
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| I could swear you’re right there in the room
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| You come to me like you always do
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| A sweet dream I surrender to
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| It’s almost like being there with you |