| Wake up in the morning to our song
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| It’s torture 'cause I left the radio on
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| Don’t wanna turn it off reminiscing about you
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| I guess I’m gonna leave the damn thing on
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| 'cause it’s sitting across the room
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| I’ve gotta spend my days working hard
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| To come home to myself
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| Trying to get you out of my mind
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| Thinking of the things we used to do
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| I try to compensate for you
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| But nothing seems to work
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| Baby, can I ask you
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| How did he love ya
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| Does he want ya
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| Does he wake up in the night
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| Just to stare at you asleep
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| Does he hold ya
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| Does he flaunt ya
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| Does he do it, do it
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| Like we did it back at home, at home, at home
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| Just thinking about the way
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| That we made love
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| Just layin' all day and squeezin' each other tight
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| I miss those days, oh baby, would you bring them back
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| It’s not right for me tonight baby
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| How does it feel
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| To know you hurt someone so bad, now baby
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| How do you live with yourself
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| You’re probably out there having fun with your other man
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| Well I don’t give a damn, baby
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| Come back to me girl
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| I don’t give a damn where you are, oh girl
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| Baby come back home to your man
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| Home to your love
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| I must be a fool girl oh
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| I don’t understand why you left — no
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| Please justify your reason then come back
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| Please come back
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| Vamp out |