| It’s alright, baby’s coming back
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| And I don’t really care where he’s been
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| It’s alright, baby’s coming back
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| And I won’t turn him around this time
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| I’ll be your cliff
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| You can fall down from me
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| I’ll be your ledge
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| You can lean upon me
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| I’ll be your bridge
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| Your flowering tree
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| You can still depend on me
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| And I’ll be the ticking of your clock
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| And I’ll be the numbers on your watch
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| And I’ll be your hands to stop the time
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| I’ll even be your danger sign
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| It’s alright, baby’s coming back
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| And I don’t really care where he’s been
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| It’s alright, baby’s coming back
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| And I won’t turn him around this time
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| And I’ll be (your grace, your dignity)
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| And I’ll be (your night, your destiny)
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| And I’ll be (your comfort and your ease)
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| I will be your storm at seas
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| And I’ll be (your sharp intake of breath)
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| And I’ll be (your work, I’ll take no rest)
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| And when the world falls to decline
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| I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine
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| It’s alright, baby’s coming back
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| And I don’t really care where he’s been |