| I guess it all blew up in missoula
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| There just was no other way
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| After months of goin' crazy, there was nothin' left to say
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| But when the dust had finally settled
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| And the air had quickly cleared
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| Whoa, things were better off than I had feared
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| And I, miss you so badly, girl I love you madly
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| Feelin' so sad now since I been gone, gone, gone
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| It gets quite confusin', it seems that I’m losin'
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| Track of the long days since I been home
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| We’re stayin' in a holiday inn full of surgeons
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| I guess they meet there once a year
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| They exchange physician’s stories
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| And get drunk on tuborg beer
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| Then they’re off to catch a stripper
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| With their eyes glued to her «g»
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| But I don’t think that I would ever let 'em cut on me
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| And I, miss you so badly, girl I love you madly
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| I think I’ve been had though for stayin' so long, long, long
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| And i’m, just watchin' the gong show, waitin' for Zorro
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| Losin' the long days since I been home
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| I got a head full of feelin' higher
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| And an ear full of patsy cline
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| There is just no one who can touch her
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| Hell, I’ll hang on every line
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| Oh, crazy how things happen, it’s incredible but true
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| The longer I’m gone the closer I feel to you
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| And I, miss you so badly, girl I love you madly
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| I’m feelin' so glad just to be headin' home, home, home
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| I’ve been, battlin' motel maids, and chewin' on rolaids
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| Countin' the hours till I get home
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| Whoa I been, countin' the hours till I get home |