| He’s home for a little while,
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| He’s mine once again,
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| No need to tell but it feels simply swell
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| With him close to me,
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| Where he’s supposed to be,
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| He’s home for a little while.
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| I lived for his kiss, I hit the skies
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| When he looks in my eyes
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| And my knees grow weak with bliss
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| He’s sort of changed He’s kind of diffrent
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| From the boy I used to know a while ago
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| Strange how much he says without a word,
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| And when he holds my hand I understand,
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| I’m his but for ever more,
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| He’s mine, mine alone
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| We’ll have to part,
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| But he’s close to my heart
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| For the little while he’s home |