| I found a hair in my underwear
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| And I wonder how it got there
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| The rain’s drip drop at the Washington truck stop
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| Holding on for a thousand years or two
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| Raining outside it’s a very nice bus ride
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| And I think of holding on to you
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| I think of your neck and the way that you smell
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| And the way my leg feels behind you knee
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| I come out of this fog and into the sun
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| I know that this is where I’m supposed to be…
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| This is where I’m supposed to be
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| Look up past the roof
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| Past the trees and the stars
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| Please come down here and help me
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| Wherever you are
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| I’m wishing, I’m thinking, I’m hopeful, I mean it
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| Look up past the very next roof
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| The same trees and the stars
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| Won’t you please come down here and help me
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| Whatever you are
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| The rains drip drop at the Washington truck stop
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| Holding on for a thousand years or two
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| Raining outside it’s a very nice bus ride
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| And I think of holding on to you
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| I think of your neck and the way that you smell
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| And the way my leg feels behind you knee
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| I come out of this fog and into the sun
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| Know that this is where I’m supposed to be…
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| This is where I’m supposed to be |