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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
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 oughta be in March
And I've 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
And see you in the morning
When the day is fresh I'm coming home again
Coming home again
Coming home again
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
She 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
It feels more like July
And 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
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 oughta be in March
And I've 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
And see you in the morning
When the day is fresh I'm coming home again
I'm coming home again
I'm coming home again
When the day is fresh I'm coming home again
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
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 oughta be in March
And I've 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
And see you in the morning
When the day is fresh I'm coming home again
Coming home again
Coming home again
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
She 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
It feels more like July
And 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
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 oughta be in March
And I've 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
And see you in the morning
When the day is fresh I'm coming home again
I'm coming home again
I'm coming home again
When the day is fresh I'm coming home again
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Id have to agree with the guy who cant smile to this song anymore.. I used to love it and listen to it on loop, but the guy who played it for me (literally PLAYED on his guitar) decided i wasnt the girl for him anymore :( Still a KICK ASS SONG THOUGH!