| I knew when the phone rang it was you again
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| You’re out there somewhere crying
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| And you need a friend
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| I hear a jukebox playing in a honky tonk somewhere
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| You’re wanting to come home again
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| But you can’t here from there
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| Have you forgotten so soon what the trouble was
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| Must I keep reminding you what came between us
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| You want a home and family
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| But you want your nighttime flair
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| You’re wanting to come home again
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| But you can’t here from there
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| I know you really mean it, you’d come home again
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| It would be the same old story
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| You’d still need your friends
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| You’re miss their haunting laughter
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| And the flashing neon’s glare
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| You’re wanting to come home again
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| But you can’t here from there
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| Have you forgotten so soon what the trouble was
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| Must I keep reminding you what came between us
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| You want a home and family
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| But you want your nighttime flair
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| You’re wanting to come home again
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| But you can’t here from there |