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Oct 2014
Tell me, girl,
That you're coming home,
And that the stars we wished on
Won't be falling
On our heads tonight.

Tell me I'm not meant
To cry my eyes out tonight,
And that tomorrow
Is going be better
Because you'll be coming home...
And back to me.
Trevor Blevins
Written by
Trevor Blevins  Kentucky
(Kentucky)   
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