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It's yet to be determined
But the air is thick, and my hope is feeling worn
I'm missing home, and I'm glad you're not a part of this
There's parts of me that will be missed
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And the phone is always dead to me
So I can't tell you the temperature is dropping
And it feels like it's colder than it ought to be in March
And I still got a day or two ahead of me
Till I'll be heading home into your arms again
And the people here are asking after you
It doesn't make it easier
It doesn't make it easier to be away
I'd like to hire a plane
I'd see you in the morning when the day is fresh
I'm coming home again
It's warmer where you're waiting
It feels more like July
There's pillows in their cases and one of those is mine
And you wrote the words I love you, and sprayed it with perfume
It's better than the fire is to heat this lonely room
It's warmer where you're waiting
It feels more like July
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