You know when I'm comin home
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You know when I'm comin to bed
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You know when I tell you that I love you
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I mean every word I said
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You know I'm a bit too proud
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You know that I know how to pray
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And you know I won't give this up, unless I have to give it up
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You know I won't walk away
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But baby you are like a diesel truck
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You're shiftin gears and the pedals stuck
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You're headed straight for the edge
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And showin no signs of slowin
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And I don't have the luxury of knowin
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You know that I like to dance
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But only when I'm dancin with you
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You know I must be bad at lyin
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Cause I've only ever told you the truth
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But just when I think you're a hurricane
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You freeze right over and all that rain
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Turns to ice and your whole world just starts snowin
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And I don't have the luxury of knowin
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Well damn, it must be easy, bein in love with someone so blind
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Cause I tell you right now, the only the thing I really know
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Is that you might you change your mind
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Any day you could change your mind
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But you know when I'm comin home
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You know when I'm comin to bed
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But baby you are like a diesel truck
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You're shiftin gears and the pedals stuck
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You're headed straight for the edge
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And showin no signs of slowin
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I don't have the luxury of knowin
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The Luxury Of Knowing
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| Keith Urban |
