(David Lee Murphy/Kim Tribble)
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I can't count the times
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And all those lonely motel nights
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I've stared at four gray walls
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The miles don't seem as far
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Cause in my mind your in my arms
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I hear your voice
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And all my dreams come true
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And girl is almost like being there
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I close my eyes and you appear
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I could swear you're right there in the room
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You come to me like you always do
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A sweet dream I surrender to
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It's almost like being there with you
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It goes straight to my heart
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The way you whisper in the dark
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Like only you can do
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When we're alone
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And in that big ole bedto
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The words keep ringin in my head
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Girl even
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After we hang up the phone
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And girl is almost like being there
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I close my eyes and you appear
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I could swear you're right there in the room
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You come to me like you always do
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A sweet dream I surrender to
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It's almost like being there with you
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Almost Like Being There
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| David Lee Murphy |
