| And no you don’t hold grudges
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| Against those who hold that love
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| You know his renegade escapade
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| Can all be traced where he come from
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| There were times when he went missing
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| But you could always find his heart
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| When you head back to Kingston
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| You can find him on your old block
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| Do you strike those years from the record
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| Or do you take them face to face
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| I know you’re one to pull no punches honey
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| And I love you that way
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| And the phone rings in the morning
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| You keep picking up half asleep
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| At times he’ll call beaming
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| At times he’ll call you in defeat
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| Do you strike those years from the record
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| Do you take them face to face
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| I know you’re one to pull no punches honey
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| And I know you’ll never change
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| And when you’re pulling into town
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| You pass the places that you lived and as a kid you moved around
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| But if you don’t mind, but if you don’t mind, now
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| My darling there’s no reason to forget
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| So cancel plans for the weekend
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| You’ll be taking that Greyhound home
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| This ain’t much for timing
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| We can’t be scared of picking up the phone
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| Do you strike those years from the record
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| Do you take them face to face
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| I know you’re one to pull no punches honey
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| And I love you that way |