| Come back and take this hurt off me Baby, come back and take this hurt off me Im too young to be in misery
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| Baby, come back and take this hurt off me Ive been waiting at the bus station
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| cause thats where you left me standing
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| I got my clothes in a twenty-five cent locker
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| And hear you till that greyhound bring you back again
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| Well, I knocked on my mothers door
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| She said «stevie, come on in.
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| You dont have to say a mumbling word,
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| I know your woman left you again.»
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| Come back and take this hurt off me Baby, come back and take this hurt off me Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
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| What kind of love could this be?
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| Baby, baby, baby, baby,
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| I dont know what youve got
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| I gotta — I gotta — I gotta — yes I have…
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| (chorus twice)
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| Yeah … |