I can't kiss the telephone, I can't hug your picture
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And these postcards just remind me how far away you are
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There's two thousand miles of highway lyin' between us
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But the way I feel tonight it doesn't seem like all that far
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`Cus when I get home
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I know the first thing we're gonna do
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When I get home
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I'm gonna turn my body loose on you
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It's been so long, I've been so true
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I want you when I get home
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If I could I'd order you for breakfast every morning
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There'd be a headline story about you in my USA Today
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Every in-flight movie'd feature you and all your glory
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And into your friendly skies, this airplane would carry me away
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`Cus when I get home
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I know the first thing we're gonna do...
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Now you could move and leave no forwarding address
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You could be living on the moon
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But I know just where you are, I don't have to guess
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You're waiting up for me and praying that I'll be home safe and soon
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`Cus when I get home
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I know the first thing we're gonna do...
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When I Get Home
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| Reo Speedwagon |
