| I was lost in conversation
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| You ran your fingers through my hair
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| I thought life’s just masturbation
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| And threw it all
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| Up in the air
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| But you bottle up all that frustration
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| And take it out on those that care
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| You know I love you, baby
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| Please just be patient
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| I hear your voice inside my head
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| Saying, please
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| Baby, come home
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| Saying, please
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| Baby, come home
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| When you’re all done cultivating
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| Those days you crave will turn to stone
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| And the drugs don’t work like they used to
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| Baby, I’m coming
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| So baby, hold on
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| Saying, please
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| Baby, hold on
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| Saying, please
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| Baby, hold on
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| Oh, hold on |