| Operator, please
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| Just get her on the phone
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| She’s got to know
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| I’m comin' home
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| For I’ve been gone
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| For a long, long time
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| But it really doesn’t matter
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| When she’s there on the line
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| Been on the road for a hundred days
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| And there’s nothin' gonna stop me
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| 'Cause I’m there on my way
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| And I’m comin' home, comin' home
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| I don’t sleep good when I sleep alone
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| Goin' back, I’m knowin' that
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| You can’t make love on the telephone
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| And I’m comin' home
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| Lost in time, almost lost my mind
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| But it really didn’t matter
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| 'Cause I knew all the time
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| I was headed back to my very own bed
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| And there was never a look behind
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| And I only looked ahead
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| 'Cause I’m comin' home
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| I’m comin' home
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| I don’t sleep good when I sleep alone
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| Goin' back, I’m knowin' that
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| You can’t make love on the telephone
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| And I’m comin' home
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| I’ll make it through all right
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| Just knowin' that you’re there
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| Baby, I concede, you’re all I need
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| It’s more than I can bare
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| I’m comin' home, comin' home
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| I don’t sleep good when I sleep alone
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| I’m headin' back, I’m knowin' that
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| You can’t make love on the telephone
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| And I’m comin' home
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| Comin' home
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| I don’t sleep good when I sleep alone
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| I’m headin' back, I’m knowin' that
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| You can’t make love on the telephone
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| And I’m comin' home |