| Softness in your voice
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| It reminds me of back home
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| Sing you all the songs
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| That I wrote when I was alone
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| And now I go out drinking
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| With all my shameless friends
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| I’ve been having trouble
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| Just finding hope again
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| I love it when you’re laughing
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| Sprawled out on a picnic chair
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| Restless in my mind dies out
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| When you’re right here
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| Finally made it over
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| That damn four-year drought
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| I’ll thank you and you alone
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| For draggin' my ass out
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| Well the love that you got
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| Is the love that I need
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| It’s in the air of these hills
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| And the blood that I bleed
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| And the love that you gave
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| For the awful shape I’m in
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| Led me through the day
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| So I can find my hope again
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| And I hope we make it out
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| Of all these younger years alive
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| Sittin' under sundowns
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| In about ten years time
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| And I’m just there grinnin'
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| Over the shit that I’ve been through
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| Saying I’ve made it over
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| 'Cause the hope I’ve found in you
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| Well the love that you got
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| Is the love that I need
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| It’s in the air of these hills
|
| And the blood that I bleed
|
| And the love that you gave
|
| For the awful shape I’m in
|
| Led me through the day
|
| So I can find my hope again
|
| Well the love that you got
|
| Is the love that I need
|
| It’s in the air of these hills
|
| And the blood that I bleed
|
| And the love that you gave
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| For the awful shape I’m in
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| Led me through the day
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| So I could find my hope again |