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