| I never really know who you are
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| You could be a ghost for all I know
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| Whenever you’re home
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| Picking up pieces of my heart
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| Like leaves that have fallen on our garden path
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| Who’s gonna fly your plane
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| When you need to make your getaway?
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| But I’m still holding on
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| Calling you back home, calling you back
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| I never really know who you are
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| You could be a ghost for all I know
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| Whenever you’re home
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| Used to be closer to my skin
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| Turned a blind eye to the odds and I bet everything
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| Who’s gonna fly your plane
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| When you need to make your getaway?
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| But I’m still holding on
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| Calling you back home, calling you back
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| You hear my flesh and my bones
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| They’re calling you back home, calling you back
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| This house lives in silence for most of the year
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| You’re a million miles away but you couldn’t be nearer
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| Please break my heart just so I can feel
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| At least I would have something I could believe
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| But I’m still holding on
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| Calling you back home, calling you back
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| You hear my flesh and my bones
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| They’re calling you back home, calling you back
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| OH OH OH |