(Leslie Satcher/Wynn Varble)
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Sometimes, in the middle of the day
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When the sun is high in the sky
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It can be a hundred degrees
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And a shiver of lonesome runs through me
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And sometimes, in the dark of the night
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Covered up, safe and warm
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I can be fast asleep
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And a shiver of lonesome runs through me
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Don't know why every time you cross my mind
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I can feel that old chill run down my spine
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I can know that I'm over you
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I can be so sure of myself
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Feel so free, then just one memory
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And a shiver of lonesome runs through me
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Don't know why every time you cross my mind
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I can feel that old chill run down my spine
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I can know that I'm over you
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I can be so sure of myself
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Feel so free, then just one memory
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And a shiver of lonesome runs through me
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Feel so free, then just one memory
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And a shiver of lonesome runs through me
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Shiver Of Lonesome
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| Danni Leigh |
