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She comes around like a wild fire, |
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And like a moth drawn to a flame. |
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I'm on my way to being burned up, once again. |
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And I've been through this before, |
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Oh, a hundred times or more, |
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And she keeps me coming back. |
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What am I waiting for? |
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Chorus: |
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She always gets what she wants. |
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She always gets what she needs and more. |
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She always counts out the chords, that I'm playing. |
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She always moves to the rhythm she is making. |
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She is. |
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She walks to the sound of her own drum, |
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One minute she's there the next she's gone. |
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And I'm left to pick up pieces of myself, to carry on. |
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And I've been through this before, |
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Oh, a hundred times or more, |
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But she keeps me coming back, |
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What am I waiting for? |
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Chorus |
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She is, She is, She is my home. |
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She is, She is, She is my home. |
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And I've been through this before, |
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Oh, a hundred times or more, |
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But she keeps me coming back, |
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What am I waiting for? |
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Chorus x2 |
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She is, She is, She is my home. |
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She is, She is, She is my home. |
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And I've been through this before, |
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Oh, a hundred times or more, |
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But she keeps me coming back, |
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What am I waiting for? |
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And I've been through this before, |
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And I've been through this before, |
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And I've been through this before, |
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What am I waiting for? |
