| Well I woke one morning,
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| Found you staring down at me,
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| You said «I'll take my share now, father please»,
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| And you took your money,
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| And you took your leave,
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| You drilled my heart and turned your back on me…
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| And you hit the town,
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| And you hit the bottle hard,
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| You race 'round in your fancy cars and you blow all your money,
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| On brothels, beds, and bars,
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| Before you know your broken times get hard…
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| I still stand here waiting,
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| With my eyes fixed on the road,
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| And I fight back tears and I wonder,
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| If you’re ever coming home,
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| Don’t you know son that I love you,
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| And I don’t care where you’ve been,
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| So please come home.
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| And now you’ve hit bottom,
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| All those open doors have shut,
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| And you’re hungry stomach’s tied in knots,
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| But I know what you’re thinking,
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| That you troubled me enough,
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| Nothing could ever separate you from my love…
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| I still stand here waiting,
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| With my eyes fixed on the road,
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| And I fight back tears and I wonder,
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| If you’re ever coming home,
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| Don’t you know son that I love you,
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| And I don’t care where you’ve been,
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| Yes and I’ll be right here waiting,
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| 'Til you come around the bend,
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| And I run to you and hold you close,
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| Won’t let go again,
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| So please come home,
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| Please come home…
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| Don’t you know son that I love you?
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| And I don’t care where you’ve been,
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| So please come home |