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Well I can't count the times in all those lonely motel nights  
 
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I've stared at four gray walls missing you. The miles don't seem as  
 
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Far cause in my mind your in my arms. I hear your voice and all my  
 
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dreams come true.  
 
  
 
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And girl it's almost like being there I close my eyes and you appear  
 
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And I could swear your right there in the room. You come to me like  
 
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you always do a sweet dream I surrender to. it's almost like being  
 
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there with you.