| There’s a time before the morning
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| when the earth is hushed and still
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| and the streetlights lose their halos
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| and the cats slide home to bed
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| it’s mostly then I miss you, see your
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| sweet face on the pillow by my side
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| and it’s cold here in tomorrow
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| and I got no place to hide
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| I’ve loved the perfect strangers
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| had my share of old fairweather friends
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| but I did not lack for comfort
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| when I was lost and had no place to go
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| I see us walk beside the river
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| feel the warm wind touch your hair
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| then we fade into tomorrow
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| and I’m miles from anywhere
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| I gotta do what I gotta do
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| there’s no special, reason to give
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| God knows, I wouldn’t do it any other way
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| I need the wheels and a changin' tide
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| like the desert needs the rain
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| there’s nothing more than I can say
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| more than I can say
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| so leave your lovelight burning
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| Honeybabe, I’m coming home
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| I’ll be real as daybreak
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| not just sweet words on a telephone
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| and shut the crazy world outside the door
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| and I’ll love you 'til tomorrow
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| takes me down the road once more
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| I’ll love you 'til tomorrow
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| takes me down the road once more
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| I’ll love you 'til tomorrow |