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Sleeping with the Telephone

By Reba McEntire (ft. Faith Hill)

I knew who he was when I took his name
And somehow knowing
its just not the same late at night
He knows the danger
But he does what he does
He calls it duty
But I call it love
So here I am
While he's gone
To some foreign land

And I cry
Cause I'm alone
And the nights get so cold and long
And I try not to think he wont come home
But Im sleeping with the telephone

The yellow ribbon on my neighbor's gate
Always reminds me that someone's awake
Just like me
I hear the sirens
And I watch the news
He laughts and leaves with his hun
And his blue uniform
And I pray God keeps him safe from harm

And i cry
Cause Im all alone
And nights get so cold and long
And I try not to think he wont come home
But Im sleeping with the telephone

I lose him in my darkest dreams

And my blood runs cold
And my heart skips a beat.

So I get up
I cant take anymore

Sometimes I hate how much I love him
But everyday I love him more

And I try not to think he wont come home
But Im sleeping with the telephone

Something awakes me from where he should be
I reach for him...the telephone rings..

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