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home to you, girl. A list ain't painted red. Her name tag's crooked. Her heart's been gone a while with the truck driving man that took it. Keeps her photograph on his rearview mirror. She prays for him every night. She hopes that he can hear her. The white side to your world is something you should know. My heart belongs to you, girl. I know you could have found you something better, God. I love you till the day I die. I swear to God, it's true. I'm coming home to you. I'm coming home to you. I love you till the day I see you. I love you till the day I leave you. I love you till the day I leave you. I love you till the day I see you.