No, there won't be an ambush anytime soon
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If the birds are returning, it's safe enough to say that much is true
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In the desert that borders between me and you
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Where more than a few good men have failed to come back or get through
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And the only things living around here don't wanna talk
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And the wine isn't working and the vacancy signs are off
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The hardships of marching they've only just begun
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Love is a country better crossed when you're young
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I'm staring in the window of a moving train
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That looks almost human as she barrels down the tracks and comes my way
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This no good dog of mine's got the heart of a stray
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And is down in the ditch lights before I've even a chance to call his name
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I'm watching the clouds overwhelming the evening sun
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It's just after lightning and before the thunder comes
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When nothing really happens and suddenly then it does
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Love is a country better served with someone
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I remember the evening you last came home
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It was warm as the devil sat back up with his boots put back on
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He said you never get boring, you keep me young
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There's more work than ever and still only one of me to get it done
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Now her ring's on the seat riding shotgun next to my hat
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With her name on the window where fog settles down on the glass
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Nowhere in the middle of somewhere that has no past
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Love is a country you leave and not welcome back
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You leave and not welcome back
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Love is a country that won't be overcome
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That won't be overcome
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Love Is A Country
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