Faith Hill - Sleeping with the Telephone Lyrics
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Sleeping with the Telephone
Sleeping with the Telephone Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Sleeping with the Telephone By Faith Hill?
I knew who he was
When I took his name But somehow knowin' Is 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 all 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 'Cause I'm all 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 awakes me from where he should be I reach for him, the telephone rings |
Who Wrote Sleeping with the Telephone By Faith Hill?
Tommy Harden, Lorrie Harden, Don Rollins
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What's The Duration Of The Sleeping with the Telephone By Faith Hill?The duration of Sleeping with the Telephone is 3:34 minutes and seconds. |
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