| Talked until the sun came up
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| Spinning around until there was only us
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| And I knew it at that time
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| That I would hate to have to say goodbye
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| At a truck stop, saw that smile
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| We called it ours as we could see for miles
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| And I could feel your eyes lock mine
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| Lit up under pink St. Louis skies
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| I spilled my guts on your friend’s couch
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| Took some time, but I got it all out
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| You sighed, you thought I hated you
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| Then closed our eyes and started to spin again
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| You tied a shirt up so the sun don’t shine
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| You laid in my arms and you hung on so tight
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| No matter where we sleep at night
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| I wind up back there every single time
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| We dropped them off and I took you home
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| Sleeping in the front seat while I drove
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| I saw you so peaceful then
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| Hurried back to hear your voice again
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| Hear your voice again
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| I asked if I could call you mine
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| You smiled and said, «Yeah, I think that’s just fine»
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| We laughed for seven hours home
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| And you fell asleep while we were on the phone
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| Now it’s only seven hours home
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| And I always end up sleeping on the phone |