It was Sunday Afternoon
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I was sunk in my recliner
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Football game was one
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Tampa Bay in Carolina
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I wasn't paying much attention
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Volume down, not watching it at all
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This house is like an icebox
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Had all the curtains drawn
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Had it more like a hotel room
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And less like a home
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Been so quite around here lately
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I wasn't thinking anyone would call
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Let alone you, all the way from Dallas
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Out of the blue, saying that you missed us
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And time and distance made you see
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You were lost without me
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How did you know I'd finally hit the bottom
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An all-time low was suddenly forgotten
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The sound of your voice on the line
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Made fate turn circles on a dime
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Just when I thought I'd never find somebody new
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Let alone you
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Now here I am at the baggage claim
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A nervous wreck waiting on your plane
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Wringing my hands, checking my watch
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Never dreamed forty-eight hours ago
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I'd be standing here waiting on anyone
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No not anyone
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Let alone you, all the way from Dallas
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Out of the blue, saying that you missed us
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And time and distance made you see
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You were lost without me
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How did you know I'd finally hit the bottom
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An all-time low was suddenly forgotten
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The sound of your voice on the line
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Made fate turn circles on a dime
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Just when I thought I'd never find somebody new
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Let alone you
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Let alone you
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Let Alone You
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| Blaine Larsen |
