| If today was not an endless highway
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| If tonight was not a crooked trail
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| If tomorrow wasn’t such a long time
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| Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
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| Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin
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| Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin
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| Only if she was lyin by me
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| Then Id lie in my bed once again
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| I can’t see my reflection in the waters
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| I can’t speak the sounds that show no pain
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| I can’t hear the echo of my footsteps
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| Or can’t remember the sound of my own name
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| Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin
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| Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin
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| Only if she was lyin by me
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| Then Id lie in my bed once again
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| Theres beauty in the silver, singin river
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| Theres beauty in the sunrise in the sky
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| But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
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| That I remember in my true loves eyes
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| Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin
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| Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin
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| Only if she was lyin by me
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| Then Id lie in my bed once again |