| I’m lost in a place and I’m down
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| I don’t know if I’m making it out
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| I feel better when you come around
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| You’re like a drug to me, that’s no doubt
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| Miss your face, know I love when ya smile
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| All your pain, I feel too, when you’re down
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| And I ain’t seen that for awhile
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| Know you a place that I can call
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| Home, home
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| Home
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| Home, home
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| Home, home
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| Home, home
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| I don’t know if I’m making it out
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| A lost soul, you I’m vacant without
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| Like some gas, you been breaking me down
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| You built me into the man I am now
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| You were all that I would wish for
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| You bring the sun into this shit storm
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| You bring the light when I see pitch forks
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| It ain’t a thing to curve these hoes like «who is this whore?"Mmm,
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| really got me by the ropes
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| I don’t gotta pop no more, you give me what I want
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| Mmm, mmm, no I don’t wanna go
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| I’m better off here, you a place that I call
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| Home, home
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| Home
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| Home, home
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| Home, home
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| Home, home |