| Where'd you go?
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| I miss you so.
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| Seems like it's been forever
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| That you've been gone.
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| She said, "Some days I feel like shit.
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| Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit."
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| I don't understand why you have to always be gone.
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| I get along but the trips always feel so long.
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| And I find myself trying to stay by the phone
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| 'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,
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| But I feel like an idiot workin' my day around a call,
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| But when I pick up I don't have much to say.
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| So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up
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| That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
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| Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career.
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| Me and the rest of the family here singing, "Where'd you go?"
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| Where'd you go?
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| I miss you so.
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| Seems like it's been forever
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| That you've been gone.
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| Where'd you go?
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| I miss you so.
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| Seems like it's been forever
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| That you've been gone.
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| Please come back home.
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| Come back home. |
| You know the place where you used to live,
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| Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,
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| Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,
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| But now you only stop by every once in a while.
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| Shit. |
| I find myself just fillin' my time
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| With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind.
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| I'm doin' fine, and I'm plannin' to keep it that way.
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| You can call me if you find that you have something to say.
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| And I'll tell you: I want you to know it's a little fucked up
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| That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
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| Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career.
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| Me and the rest of the family here singing, "Where'd you go?"
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| Where'd you go?
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| I miss you so.
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| Seems like it's been forever
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| That you've been gone.
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| Where'd you go?
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| I miss you so.
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| Seems like it's been forever
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| That you've been gone.
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| Please come back home.
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| I want you to know it's a little fucked up
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| That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
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| Tired of sittin' and hatin', and makin' these excuses
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| For why you're not around, and feeling so useless.
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| It seems one thing has been true all along:
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| You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone.
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| I guess I've had it with you and your career.
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| When you come back I won't be here,
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| And you can sing it.
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| Where'd you go?
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| I miss you so.
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| Seems like it's been forever
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| That you've been gone.
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| Where'd you go?
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| I miss you so.
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| Seems like it's been forever
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| That you've been gone.
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| Please come back home.
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| Please come back home.
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| Please come back home.
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| Please come back home.
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| Please come back home.
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| When you made me that initial batch of songs I was like, "That's the shit right there."
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| Alright! |