- with Faith Hill
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I knew who he was when I took his name
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But somehow knowin' is just not the same
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Late at night
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He knows the danger but he does what he does
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He calls it duty but I call it love
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So, here I am
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While he's gone to some foreign land
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Chorus:
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And I cry 'cause I'm all alone
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And the nights get so cold and long
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And I try not to think he won't come home
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But I'm sleeping with the telephone
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The yellow ribbon on my neighbor's gate
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Always reminds me that someone's awake
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Just like me
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I hear the sirens and I watch the news
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He laughs and leaves with his gun and his blue uniform
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And I pray God keeps him safe from harm
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Repeat Chorus:
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I lose him in my darkest dreams
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Yeah, my blood runs cold and my heart skips a beat
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So I get up, I can't take any more
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Sometimes I hate how much I love him
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But every day I love him more
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And I try not to think he won't come home
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But I'm sleeping with the telephone
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Something awakes me from where he should be
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I reach for him, the telephone rings
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Sleeping With The Telephone
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| Reba Mcentire |
