| 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 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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| Ooh!
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| Ooh!
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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 down the 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 I you do it right
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| You don’t follow the line 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 go find your love,
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| I ain’t knockin' all you’ve done.
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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 feel 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 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 find the sun,
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| Where you coming from lady.
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| Yeah! |
| I’m coming home,
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| I wanna build my Rome and get high 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. |