Lately I've seen every sunrise
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Driving down the Interstate
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On my way to be the first one
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Through the factory gate
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It didn't used to be like this
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The difference is night and day
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I used to count the minutes
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That it was quittin' time
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I couldn't wait to punch that card
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And leave this place behind
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But now when the whistle blows
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Oh, the difference is night and day
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'Cause it means I'll have to head on home
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And spend another night alone
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Counting memories that you left behind
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And here in the kitchen drawer that
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Shirt of mine you always wore
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Something always takes me back in time
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Weekends I could fish
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Or catch a ball game with the guys
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Anything to get me out
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Of this house for awhile
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But the minute I go home
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Home, the difference is night and day
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As long as I don't have to see
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All those things reminding me
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I can tell myself I'm moving on
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But as soon as I walk through that door
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I know that I'll find something more
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It shows me just how far I've really gone
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Maybe I'll get lucky and get some sleep tonight
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Either way I'm outta here as soon as it gets light
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Outside these four walls
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The difference is night and day
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No, it didn't used to be like this
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The difference is night and day
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The Difference Is Night And Day
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| Joe Nichols |
