| I had a drink, I saw a fight
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| I glanced across the smoke filled room
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| And I began to think of my baby
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| I wonder what I’m doing here
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| All on my own, it isn’t clear
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| I miss her smile, I miss her touch
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| I know that I just have to see my baby
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| I gotta get back, whoa, back to my baby
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| Gotta get back, whoa, back to my baby
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| I had to have a change of scene
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| And rid my mind of everything
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| The realization came to me
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| The only place to be was with my baby
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| I’ve gotta leave this place I’m in
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| And get back to my love again
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| I packed my bags and headed home
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| It won’t be long before I’m with my baby |