| Do you think that god reads the billboards?
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| Soaked in fluorescent light
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| Shadows thrown on the honky-tonk
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| We played early tonight
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| I hadn’t heard from you lately
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| I think of you all the time
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| November out in Dakota
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| All the unending cold
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| I watch exhaust from the tail pipes
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| Start to blacken the snow
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| I think it got in the billboards
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| Exhale and answer the phone
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| By the time you speak I already know
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| I can hear it in the lump in your throat
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| So of course I’m coming home
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| Yeah, of course I’m coming home
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| Things we’re looking up lately
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| I got the band, they got me
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| I’m not sure there’s a future there
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| Or that there’s got to be
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| But it felt good to have purpose
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| Something to believe
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| When we were kids I’d console you
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| There, afraid of the dark
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| And you were always a seamstress
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| Kept me from falling apart
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| We held each other in orbit
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| Binary stars
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| It’s gonna be hard to let go
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| But I can hear it in the lump in your throat
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| So of course I’m coming home
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| Yeah, of course I’m coming home
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| If you need me I’m coming home
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| If you need me I’m coming home |