| Parts of me do wish you weren’t here
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| But it’s not all that important when we’re this near
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| It’s just a trick of the mind I suppose
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| Cause I really cannot see you when we get this close
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| Again I watched the machinery of my desire
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| Melt into a twosome midnight choir
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| But when you’ve seen the one you love across your girlfriend’s shoulder
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| The things that burn will eventually turn colder
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| I’m waiting for the day when she might come back home to me
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| I’m waiting for the day when she might come back home to me
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| You can lend a shirt and keep it when you go
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| And I don’t care to get it back you know
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| Well I’m a miserable wreck, I wish I could ask you to stay
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| Far, far away
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| Cause it occured to me what I was fighting for
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| When you re-emerged from the bathroom door
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| And you didn’t look as lovely as you did the night before
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| I’m waiting for the day when she might come back home to me
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| I’m waiting for the day when she might come back home to me
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| There were times when I was blind and didn’t care at all
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| But if you wish to see the sun it’s quite unbearable
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| And there were times when I could see but didn’t see things straight
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| She were’t there and others were and it was always late
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| And in the darkness you forget the morning is on its way
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| And right beside you, nestling closer, is the price you pay
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| I’m sure that I was deaf and blind trapped in a roaring youth
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| But in the stillness of my heart I always knew the truth
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| I’m waiting for the day when she might come back home to me
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| I’m waiting for the day when she might come back home to me
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| I’m waiting for the day when she might come back… |