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It's that time again when I lose my friends |
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Go walkabout, I've got the bends from pressure |
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This is a testing time when the choice is mine |
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Am I a fool for love or foolish with desire |
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You can throw him out, you can spit on him |
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Call what he does a sin if it makes you feel better |
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And I can't believe you're all I'll ever need |
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And I need to feel that you're not holding me |
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And the way I feel just makes me want to scream |
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Come home, come home, come home |
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Come home, come home, come home |
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After thirty years I've become my fears |
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I've become the kind of man I've always hated |
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I am pulled apart, and my swollen heart |
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Has flipped out of the pan into the fire |
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I am in love insane with a sense of shame |
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That I threw stones at the condemned and now I'm slated |
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And I don't believe you're all I'll ever need |
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And I need to feel that you're not holding me |
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But the way I feel just makes me want to scream |
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Come home, come home, come home |
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Come home, come home, come home |
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Come home, come home, come home |