| Stars over Dakota have been calling out your name
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| I’m lost inside the glowing twilight flame
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| Because I’m thinking of you, wondering if you are alright
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| I’m lost inside the stars again tonight
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| The blues boys in Chicago, they play loud and they play busy
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| But salty gin martinis make me dizzy
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| You know I’m sweet as honey but my love, it don’t come cheap
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| And each line on this road cries out for speed
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| And I’ll pray for the sun to take these stars away
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| And I’ll wait for you to tell me that you’re here to stay
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| To stay
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| (Tell me that you’re here to stay)
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| I stopped the car in Fargo, take a picture with the sign
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| I wonder if you’ll make it here some time
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| Each constellation dancing far above these yellow lines
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| I’m lost inside the stars again tonight
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| Oh, these fields in Iowa grow fast and they grow tall
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| The summer season dries into the fall
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| My love, it don’t come cheap and sometimes it don’t come at all
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| I’m lost inside the stars again, that’s all
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| And I’ll pray for the sun to take these stars away
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| And I’ll wait for you to tell me that you’re here to stay |
| To stay
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| (Tell me that you’re here to stay)
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| (Tell me that you’re here to stay)
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| (Tell me that you’re here to stay)
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| To stay
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| (Tell me that you’re here to stay)
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| (Tell me that you’re here to stay)
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| (Tell me that you’re here to stay) |