| Julie June come back to me
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| I’m not the man I used to be
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| Julie June I really miss you so
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| Tell me Julie June where did you go?
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| I washed the dishes and I cleaned the sink
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| I’m not as bad as your girlfriends think
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| I left my rifle with an old wishbone
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| I sit in corners when I’m on my own
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| Julie June I taste the tip of your tongue
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| I sing you songs that have never been sung
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| I am around you like a light on low
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| And I am with you everywhere you go
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| I am the creature that crawls into your bed
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| I am the nightmare that fucks with your head
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| I am the cold and the creaky floor
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| I am the knife in your kitchen drawer
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| Maybe I know what you want; |
| maybe I know what you need
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| Maybe we’ve gone too far this time, to taste the air we breathe?
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| Maybe I know what I want; |
| maybe I know what I need
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| Come on back to my open arms; |
| give me the air that I need to breathe
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| Julie June I know you’ve got my back
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| But I don’t really want to see you like that
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| Still got the keys to my white mustang?
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| That silver chrome will bring you home
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| Come home |