| I’ve returned
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| I’ve returned
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| I’ve returned
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| Last night I played the drunken fiddle
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| Disabled love with a word of dribble
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| On and on about some jumbled subject
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| I said your friends were a bunch of muppets
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| Said your sister should’ve grown a moustache
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| Said you didn’t need to take off your mask
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| Down the staircase I made my stagger
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| I left you cryin' but it didn’t matter
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| And so I sat inside my car in wonder
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| A headache in my head like the thunder
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| I chewed my nails like a guilty victim
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| I couldn’t see or feel the night or nothin'
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| I wanted to explain, but oh so clever
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| Love was like it was some endeavor
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| Then I don’t remember who said what, when
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| On a stack of paper I placed my pen
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| And when I woke up in the mornin'
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| Beside you in the bed
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| My mouth was full of nothin'
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| My arms around your head
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| I don’t know how I got there
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| But I didn’t wanna check
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| Now back between each other
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| We’re salvaging our wreck
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| Now I’ve returned
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| You throw our jigsaw all over the floor
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| We’re at the deepest deep
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| I thought our love had died forever
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| But it just went to sleep
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| I’ve returned
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| I’ve returned
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| I’ve returned
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| I’ve returned
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| I’ve returned |