| Come home baby, I’m falling in love
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| And it ain’t with your memory
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| No, it’s with flesh and blood
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| One night of love don’t make up for six weeks alone
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| So come home darling
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| Quit pushing me to do you wrong
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| Come home baby, I’ve had enough
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| This do-right-woman heart
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| Yeah, it’s losing touch
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| I’ve got me this feeling
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| It’s freaking me out
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| Cause there’s a stranger that’s growing
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| Less strange every time I go out, out
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| Got you a head full of rotten dreams
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| Standing on the shoulders of some broken scene
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| So you’d rather seize delusion
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| Than hold me tight
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| But you ain’t holding nothing
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| That you’re chasing all through the night
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| Ain’t ya tired of all the voices
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| Roaring in your head
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| The hard line you’re painting
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| Shouldn’t you shake it before you turn up dead?
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| Ain’t ya lagging from all that dragging
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| Of a life you’ve made in song
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| There’s one line waiting
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| Shouldn’t ya take it before you find I’m gone? |