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I'm staring out into the night, |
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Trying to hide the pain. |
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I'm going to the place where love |
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And feeling good don't ever cost a thing. |
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And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain. |
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Well I'm going home, |
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Back to the place where I belong, |
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And where your love has always been enough for me. |
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I'm not running from. |
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No, I think you got me all wrong. |
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I don't regret this life I chose for me. |
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But these places and these faces are getting old, |
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So I'm going home. |
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Well I'm going home. |
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The miles are getting longer, it seems, |
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The closer I get to you. |
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I've not always been the best man or friend for you. |
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But your love, it makes true. |
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And I don't know why. |
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You always seem to give me another try. |
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So I'm going home, |
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Back to the place where I belong, |
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And where your love has always been enough for me. |
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I'm not running from. |
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No, I think you got me all wrong. |
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I don't regret this life I chose for me. |
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But these places and these faces are getting old, |
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So I'm going home. |
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I'm going home. |
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Be careful what you wish for, |
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'Cause you just might get it all. |
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You just might get it all, |
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And then some you don't want. |
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Be careful what you wish for, |
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'Cause you just might get it all. |
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You just might get it all, yeah. |
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Oh, well I'm going home, |
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Back to the place where I belong, |
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And where your love has always been enough for me. |
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I'm not running from. |
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No, I think you got me all wrong. |
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I don't regret this life I chose for me. |
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But these places and these faces are getting old. |
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I said these places and these faces are getting old, |
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So I'm going home. |
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I'm going home. |
