| I got a letter that you wrote some days ago
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| You’re on the road trying out your wings
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| And though your words were touching
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| Misty in my heart
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| Having you here would be a much better thing
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| I see you’re finding out, the world’s no bed of roses
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| Some folks can really tear down dreams
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| But I would give you comfort, if you were here with me
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| We’d be getting into just loving our thing
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| Anytime babe
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| You can’t make out the road ahead
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| Anytime, and you’re cold, tired and down and out
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| Anytime babe. |
| you need a place to rest your head
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| To bring your troubles to and drive 'em out
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| I’ve seen them funny smile’s oh familiar glances
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| Hoping to take your mind away
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| But all them nights you drink up to grace your loving cup
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| Maybe dry and empty, in the cold light of the day
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| Anytime babe you need a place to rest your head
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| And you’re cold, tired and down and out
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| Anytime, anytime babe you need a pillow and a friend
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| To bring your troubles to and drive em out
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| Anytime babe you need a place to rest your head
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| And you’re cold, tired and down and out
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| Anytime you need a friend
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| Anytime babe you need a place to rest your head
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| And you’re cold, tired and down and out
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| Anytime babe you need a place to rest your head
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| And you’re cold, tired down and out |