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• Artiste: Reba McEntire
• Titre: Sleeping With The Telephone
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(feat. Faith Hill) I knew who he was When I took his name But some how no one Is just not the same 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 Because I'm alone And the nights get so cold and long And I try not to think he won't come home But I'm 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 laughs and leaves with his gun And his blue uniform And I pray God keeps him safe from harm And I cry Because I'm alone And the nights get so cold and long And I try not to think he won't come home But I'm sleeping with the telephone I loose him in my darkest dreams And my blood runs cold and my heart skips a beat So I get up; I can't take anymore Sometimes I hate how much I love him But everyday I love him more And I try not to think he won't come home But I'm sleeping with the telephone Something wakes me from where he should be I reach for him; the telephone rings