if i make it home with what i have left i'll never ever leave again.
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and i don't know if it was the weight of your words or the way you said my name.
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say my name.
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that sent me packing.
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i stagger away.
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if i never see your face again it won't kill me half as much as it will keep me alive.
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keep me alive.
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two hundred fifty miles and i still can't shake the thought of your place.
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the thought of you.
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the smell of you.
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the smell of your house.
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the thought of your face
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Where The Arrow Went Out
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| Planes Mistaken For Stars |
