| I’m staring out into the night
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| Trying to hide the pain
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| I’m going to the place where love
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| And feeling good don’t ever cost a thing
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| And the pain you feel’s a different kind of pain
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| Well, I’m going home
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| To the place where I belong
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| And where your love has always been enough for me
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| I’m not running from
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| No, I think you’ve got me all wrong
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| I don’t regret this life I chose for me
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| But these places and these faces are getting old
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| So, I’m going home
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| Well, I’m going home
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| The miles are getting longer, it seems
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| The closer I get to you
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| I’ve not always been the best man or friend for you
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| But your love remains true
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| And I don’t know why
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| You always seem to give me another try
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| So, I’m going home
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| To the place where I belong
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| And where your love has always been enough for me
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| I’m not running from
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| No, I think you’ve got me all wrong
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| I don’t regret this life I chose for me
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| But these places and these faces are getting old
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| Be careful what you wish for
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| 'Cause you just might get it all
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| You just might get it all
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| And then some you don’t want
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| Be careful what you wish for
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| 'Cause you just might get it all
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| You just might get it all, yeah
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| I’m going home
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| To the place where I belong
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| And where your love has always been enough for me
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| I’m not running from
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| No, I think you got me all wrong
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| I don’t regret this life I chose for me
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| But these places and these faces are getting old
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| I said, these places and these faces are getting old
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| So, I’m going home
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| Well, I’m going home |