(Love is where you find it when you find no love at home)
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And there's nothing cold as ashes after the fire is gone
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The bottle's almost empty the clock just now stuck ten
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And I just had to call you to our favorite place again
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(We know it's wrong for us to meet but the fire's gone out at home)
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And there's nothing cold as ashes after the fire is gone
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Love is where you find it...
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[ fiddle ]
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(Your lips are warm and tender your arms hold me just right
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Sweet words of love you remember that the one at home forgot)
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Each time we say it's the last time but we keep hanging on
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And there's nothing cold as ashes after the fire is gone
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Love is where you find it...
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After The Fire Is Gone
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| Mel Tillis |
