| Long drives, and even longer nights home
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| With nothing but these tired eyes on the road
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| And the growing cold, of no-one to hold
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| And the weight of knowing that I’m all alone
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| Driving, because there’s nothing left for me at home
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| There’s nothing left
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| Driving because there’s nothing left for me at home
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| There’s nothing left
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| Another night of lying alone
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| There’s nothing for me at home
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| And that’s why I go
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| Being awake is a constant reminder
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| Of how I’m not beside her
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| Living dreamlessly
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| I’ll be left with less than what it takes to breathe
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| But when I’m with her, I can see in colors
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| But when I’m with her, I’m with her
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| And she’s with me, and that’s all I need
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| That’s all I need
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| That’s all I need to be
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| She’s all that I need to see
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| Making a list of things is pretty short when she’s everything
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| It’s pretty short when the beginning and end of everything that I need
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| Reaches from her smiling teeth, to the way she looks at me
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| And let’s not forget those softest of cheeks
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| And how I wish her hair would strangle me, already
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| Home is where I am with her
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| Home is wherever I am with her
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| Home is where I am when we’re together
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| Wherever that may be, let’s go already, let’s go |