(Gillian Welch/Matt Rollings)
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Now the night? turned pink
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On the eastern edges
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But the sky is cold and still
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And I wonder if it? the sunrise
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Warning the desert
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or the lights of Tucson from over the hill
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It? a hard way to love you
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This long distance romance
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Always stopping and starting again
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I don? mind the miles
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When I磎 out on the highway
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But even when I磎 with you the miles just don? end
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And I磎 two days from knowing
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Whether I can be strong
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If I spend one more night in your arms
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So I?e a mind to keep going
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And drive right past your door
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But I磎 two days from knowing for sure
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As the night closes down
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It fills the horizon
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And stretches it out at the seams
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And I磎 not sure if tomorow
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I磎 gonna be any closer
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To closing the distance between you and me
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And I磎 two days from knowing
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Whether I can be strong
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If I spend one more night in your arms
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So I?e a mind to keep going
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And drive right past your door
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But I磎 two days from knowing for sure
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We?l I?e a mind to keep going
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And drive right past your door
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But I磎 two days from knowing for sure
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Two Days From Knowing
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| Trisha Yearwood |
