| Well, baby, there’s more stars out here than I can count
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| Oh, but if I could, I’d pull them down
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| And I’d keep the few that match the ones there in your eyes
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| And I’d take the rest and paint your face across the skies
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| And it’d take about a million for your hair
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| And I’d wrap your arms around me everywhere
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| And you’d be there on a cold night in Georgia
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| And you’d be there when it’s raining Tennessee
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| And you’d be there when I’m out in California
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| And I’d wish on you each night before I’d sleep
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| And you’d be here with me
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| Sometimes I hold your picture, oh, so close to me
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| And lay there in the quiet wishing I could sleep
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| And every night just turns into another day
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| And every mile just seems to be a world away
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| But I know God can hear me way up there
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| Sending up an old familiar prayer |