| Eight thousand miles from home, I just looked it up
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| This ain’t my bed, my TV, or my coffee cup
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| Silence fills my head like the snow hits the ground
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| A line of pillows next to me that never make a sound
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| O lonesome prairie wind
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| Won’t you blow me home again?
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| To the love I left behind
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| That never leaves my mind
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| Oh, my head is dark
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| And my heart feels sick
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| A Manitoba sunrise at another Motel 6
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| A Western Star rolls by, someplace it needs to be
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| Watch the taillights leave for miles, is that how you watched me?
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| I’m asleep, you’re awake; |
| I’m awake, you’re asleep
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| Don’t matter night or day, in my broken heart you beat
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| O lonesome prairie wind
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| Won’t you blow me home again?
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| To the love I left behind
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| That never leaves my mind
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| Oh, my head is dark
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| And my heart feels sick
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| A Manitoba sunrise at another Motel 6
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| O lonesome prairie wind
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| Won’t you blow me home again?
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| To the love I left behind
|
| That never leaves my mind
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| Oh, my head is dark
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| And my heart feels sick
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| A Manitoba sunrise at another Motel 6 |