| Frankie, when you coming home?
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| Frankie, it’s no fun to be alone…
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| I thought you were my best friend
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| Don’t wanna rain on your parade
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| I just wanna see you happy
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| I wonder who’s in your gang
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| Remember when you told me you’d come back around
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| We could spend our time pretending that we own this shitty town
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| Checking out boys playing basket ball
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| Bouncing balls around
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| Checking out girls playing volley ball
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| Bouncing balls around
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| Look inside old closets, see who did come out
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| Get all the weed of your father’s fridge
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| Watching bad TV
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| I know it sounds strange but that’s what you mean to me
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| Frankie, when you coming home?
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| Frankie, it’s no fun to be alone…
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| I heard you changed your name again
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| To something that makes you feel good
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| A reflection to those days when you were hardly understood
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| I know you want to make it
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| Do better than your folks
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| But recession knocked your passion
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| Pack your shit and come back home
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| Like a dozen nails on a foot getting pedicure
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| Creeping down Klump Avenue, North Hollywood
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| Watching YouTube videos on your PC
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| Cosmetology, choreography
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| I know it sounds strange but that’s what you mean to me
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| I put my head on the pillow
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| I think you’re OK
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| I wonder how you’re doing
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| What you’re doing with your days
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| A gente costumava se encontrar…
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| 3 da manhã, sem hora pra voltar
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| Agora as madrugadas estão vazias
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| Fico olhando pro teto até o meio dia
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| Eu e você, você e eu
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| Se lembra aquela vez que o pau comeu?
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| Embaixo do minhocão
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| Sem você, não tem mais emoção
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| Volta pra casa, volta pra mim
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| Frankie a minha saudade não tem mais fim |