| When she entered my world
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| When she stepped into my little universe
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| I was swept away
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| And there was no more to say
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| She came in like a hurricane
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| Howling inside my mind
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| Uprooting everything
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| And there was nowhere to hide
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| Oh, I’m coming home
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| Oh, I’m coming home
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| I’m broken and I’m bruised
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| And I’m wasted, I’m standing alone
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| Oh, I’m coming home
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| Keeping the pressure up every night
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| And every morning, white on white
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| Broken in our bed
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| We slept the sleep of the living dead
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| She came on with a cyclone kiss
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| She brought both suffering and bliss
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| I cried to survive
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| But there was nowhere to run or hide
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| Oh, I’m coming home
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| Oh, I’m coming home
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| I’m broken and I’m bruised
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| And I’m wasted, I’m standing alone
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| Oh, I’m coming home
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| Kiss me, kiss me one more time
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| For all the times you kissed me
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| For all that’s said and done
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| Hold me, destroy me if you can
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| All else is wind and sand
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| And I’m coming
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| I’m coming
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| I’m coming
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| Home, I’m coming home
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| Oh, I’m coming home
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| I’m broken and I’m bruised
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| And I’m wasted and I’m standing alone
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| Oh, I’m coming home |