I am at ease in the arms of a woman.
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Although now,
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Most of my days I spend alone.
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A thousand miles,
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From the place I was born.
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But when she wakes me,
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She takes me back home.
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Now, most days,
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I spend like a child.
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Who's afraid of ghosts in my mind.
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I know, there ain't nothing out there.
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I'm still afraid to turn on the lights.
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I am at ease in the arms of a woman.
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Although now,
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Most of my days I spend alone.
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A thousand miles,
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The place I was born.
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When she wakes me,
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She takes me back home.
|
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A thousand miles,
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The place I was born.
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When she wakes me,
|
She takes me back home.
|
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I am at ease in the arms of a woman.
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Although now,
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Most of my days I spend alone.
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A thousand miles,
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From the place I was born.
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When she wakes me,
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She takes me...
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Yeah, when she wakes me,
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She takes me back home.
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When she wakes me,
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She takes me back home.
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Arms Of A Woman
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| Matthew Morrison |
