| Just when you’re thinkin' things over
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| And you need a set of vows
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| And all your friends seem disappointed
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| To see the sun going down
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| And when the sweetness you’re saving
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| Is all the sweetness you doubt
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| I’m coming home
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| You look good when your heart is on fire
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| It’s a matter of taste, yeah
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| You do it right you don’t follow the line
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| Find of the sun
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| Ooh
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| I found you soaking in liquid
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| I found you there in your robe
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| Ain’t no hands big enough to save us
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| I got the vibe I’m coming home
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| I see you close up your windows
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| I see you burn down your throne
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| Yeah, I’m coming home
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| You look good when your heart is on fire
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| It’s a matter of taste, yeah
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| You do it right you don’t follow the line
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| Find the sun
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| I’m coming home
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| Ride out where do you come from
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| Kick up and go find your love
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| I ain’t knockin' on your door
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| Just when you’re thinkin' things over
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| Oh yeah, you found your set of vows
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| And all your friends seem disappointed
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| 'Cause they’re not your friends now
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| And all the books that you’ve been through
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| Seem too sad to you now
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| I’m coming home
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| You look good when your heart is on fire
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| It’s a matter of taste, yeah
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| You do it fine you don’t follow the line
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| Find the sun
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| Where you coming from baby
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| Yeah, I’m coming home
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| I wanna build my Rome and get high
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| But I can’t find my matches
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| And when you rap me you drive me to say this
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| Hey love, I can’t sing anymore
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| I’m coming home |