| I don’t know where you’re going
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| Or when you’re coming home
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| I left the keys under the mat to our front door (Ya)
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| For one more chance to hold you close
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| (It's your boy Travie, Gym Class Heroes)
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| I don’t know where you’re going (Let's go, yeah)
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| Just get your ass back home
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| We both knew this type of life didn’t come with instructions (No)
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| So I’m trying to do my best to make something out of nothing
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| And sometimes it gets down right shitty in fact
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| When you call and I don’t even know what city I’m at
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| Or what day of the week in the middle of the month
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| In a year I don’t recall
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| It’s like my life’s on repeat and the last time we spoke I told you I wouldn’t
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| be long
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| That was last November now December’s almost gone
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| I’d apologize, but I don’t realize what I’m doing wrong
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| I never know
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| I don’t know where you’re going
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| Or when you’re coming home
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| I left the keys under the mat to our front door (That's love, yeah)
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| For one more chance to hold you close
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| I don’t know where you’re going (Uh-huh, ok, what’s that?)
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| Just get your ass back home
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| And you’ve been nothing but amazing and I’ll never take that for granted
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| Half of these birds would’ve flew the coop but you, you truly understand it
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| And the fact you stood beside me every time you heard some bogusness (Tough
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| love)
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| You deserve a standing O cause they’d have just been over it
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| Let 'em talk, let 'em talk, let 'em talk, let 'em talk
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| Like we don’t hear what they saying
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| Let 'em walk, let 'em walk, let 'em walk, let 'em walk
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| We’ll just drive by and keep waving
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| 'Cause you and I above all that, just let 'em wallow in it
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| And now they all choked up, yuck — 'cause they be swallowin' it
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| I don’t know where you’re going (Yeah)
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| Or when you’re coming home (Alright)
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| I left the keys under the mat (I'm coming home, mama)
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| (Mama, I’m coming home)
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| To our front door (That's love)
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| For one more chance to hold you close
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| I don’t know where you’re going (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Just get your ass back home
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| No one holds me down like you do sweetheart
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| You keep doing that, I’ll keep doing this
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| And we’ll be alright, trust that
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| We put the «us» in «trust», baby
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| Ahh, let’s go!
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| I don’t care what you’re after
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| As long as I’m the one, no
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| I don’t care why you’re leaving
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| You’ll miss me when you’re gone
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| I don’t know where you’re going (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
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| Or when you’re coming home (Ok)
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| I left the keys under the mat (I'm home now, baby, let’s go)
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| To our front door (Uh-huh)
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| For one more chance to hold you close
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| I don’t know where you’re going
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| Just get your ass back home
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| I’m home, baby |