Can't you see
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That these long nights on the phone
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And these complaints make coming home
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A little harder on the head
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And heavier on the heart
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We will rise again
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We'll come back to meet our friends
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(With miles behind our backs
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And open road ahead)
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And can't we fall asleep tonight
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Without having to explain to each other
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What we're about
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I'll send some roses home to you
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If that's what I have to do
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To make it home
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With us still intact
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I Lost Everything In Re-Entry
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The Forecast |