| True love
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| Is staying out late of an evening
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| Then crashing home late without warning
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| Still getting breakfast in bed in the morning
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| My girl
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| She rolls her eyes and she finds me in pieces
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| She picks me up and she smooths out the creases
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| And all the while she is nothing but sweetness
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| And all that I need in the end of the night
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| When I’m messed up and stressed out and half dead with fright
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| Is somebody sweet who will turn out the light
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| Make me breakfast in bed and get the coffee just right
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| She brings me hangover hugs and comedown kisses
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| She is my first and my last, she’s all my hits & my Mrs
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| Now true love
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| Is coming back home from my travels
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| To find that everything else is unraveled
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| And she’s the only thing keeping me level
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| My girl
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| Well she comes down to meet me at the station
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| She holds me closer, that brief ventilation
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| And waves me off on my road to salvation
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| And all that she needs at the end of the day
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| When the nights drawing in and the hope slips away
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| Is somebody sweet who will come home and say
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| She’s the only thing left that keeps my demons at bay
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| So keep those demons at bay
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| So baby I need you at the end of it all
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| When I’m weak like a child and I’m not standing tall
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| When the club’s kicked me out and there’s no more curtain calls
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| I’ll promise you this, I’ll be there when you fall
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| She brings me hangover hugs and comedown kisses
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| She is my first and my last, she’s all my hits & my Mrs
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| Now come on
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| My hits and my Mrs |