Eyes open as the light streams through the curtain
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only half closed and the kink in my neck
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and sleeping in my clothes again
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reminds me that I'm not home
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gotta go because we're leaving on a fifteen hour drive
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but I'll call you sometime soon to let you know that I'm alright
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do you know what the world can bring
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I wish you were here with me
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to see the things that words cannot describe
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sincerely me so long goodbye
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It's three am and we're driving through the desert
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and the moon's bright so bright in fact
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that I can almost write you without turning on the map light
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but I gotta let you go now because it's my turn to drive
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but I'll have so much to tell you at home when we arrive
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Do you know what the world can bring
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I wish you were here with me
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to see the things that words cannot describe
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sincerely me so long goodbye So long goodbye
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Do you know what the world can bring
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I wish you were here with me
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to see the things that words cannot describe
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sincerely me so long goodbye
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