CAPO: III
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IT WAS SUNDAY AFTERNOON, I WAS SUNK IN MY RECLINER
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A FOOTBALL GAME WAS ON, TAMPA BAY AND CAROLINA
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I WASNT PAYING MUCH ATTENTION
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VOLUME DOWN, NOT WATCHING IT AT ALL
THIS HOUSE WAS LIKE AN ICEBOX, HAD ALL THE CURTAINS DRAWN
HAD IT MORE LIKE A HOTEL ROOM AND LESS LIKE A HOME
BEEN SO QUIET AROUND HERE LATELY
I WASNT THINKIN ANYONE WOULD CALL
CHORUS:
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LET ALONE YOU, ALL THE WAY FROM DALLAS
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OUT OF THE BLUE, SAYING THAT YOU MISSED US
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AND THE TIME AND DISTANCE MADE YOU SEE
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YOU WERE LOST WITHOUT ME
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HOW DID YOU KNOW ID FINALLY HIT THE BOTTOM
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AN ALL TIME LOW WAS SUDDENLY FORGOTTEN
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THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE ON THE LINE
MADE FATE TURN CIRCLES ON A DIME
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JUST WHEN I THOUGHT ID NEVER FIND SOMEBODY NEW
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LET ALONE YOU
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NOW HERE I AM AT THE BAGGAGE CLAIM
A NERVOUS WRECK WAITING ON YOUR PLANE
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WRINGIN IN MY HANDS, CHECKIN MY WATCH
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NEVER DREAMED FORTY-EIGHT HOURS AGO
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ID BE STANDING HERE WAITIN ON ANYONE
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NO NOT ANYONE
KEY SHIFT
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REPEAT CHORUS
LET ALONE YOU
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