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I had a drink, |
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I saw a fight |
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I glanced across the smoke filled room |
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And I began to think of my baby |
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I wonder what |
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I'm doing here |
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All on my own, it isn't clear |
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I miss her smile, |
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I miss her touch |
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I know that |
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I just have to see my baby |
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I gotta get back, whoa, back to my baby |
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Gotta get back, whoa, back to my baby |
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I had to have a change of scene |
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And rid my mind of everything |
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The realization came to me |
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The only place to be was with my baby |
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I've gotta leave this place |
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I'm in And get back to my love again |
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I packed my bags and headed home |
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It won't be long before |
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I'm with my baby |
