I know there's music playing
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I can hear it in my head
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I can see you lying on your bed
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I can see Mom in the kitchen
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The smell of coffee in the air
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Wishing that her little girl was there
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But I'm too far gone
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Trying to make it on my own
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I guess I could turn around
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And come back home
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But I'm too far gone
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You never tried to stop me from following my dream
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Though it took me half way round the world, it seems
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There's all this talk and promises for better days to come
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And it sounds so good, it keeps me hanging on
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But I'm too far gone
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Trying to make it on my own
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I guess I could turn around
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And come back home
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But I'm too far gone
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Sometimes at night my heart cries out for you
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And I wonder if you hear me when I do
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But I'm too far gone
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Trying to make it on my own
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I guess I could turn around
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And come back home
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But I'm too far gone
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Yes, I'm too far gone
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Too Far Gone
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| Catherine Britt |
