Rise in the morning at sunrise
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Strangers around me sleep soundly at rest
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Phones and computers become me
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Signals stretch back to the lands that I've left
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Oh in the quiet times
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Count up the things that I love
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Slip through the road lights
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The trail of wandering back
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Left you while you were sleeping
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Left you the warmth in the bed, where I lay
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You left me a love worth keeping
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You left me a diary to count off the days
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And so in the quiet times
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I saver the things that I've lost
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And slip through the road lights
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And wonder how I came to this
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I guess you never know
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Lost until you have something to lose
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Choice until you have something to choose
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Choose
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So give me my quiet times
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To mourn for the things that I've lost
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And find me on the road lights
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Counting the miles and the cost
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So I never knew
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Lost cos I had nothing to lose
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Choice cos I had nothing to choose
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But all the things you do
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The way that you close your door
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The way that you guard your shore
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Darling, I'm coming home soon
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A Love Worth Keeping
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| Frank Turner |
