| Won’t you let up baby, but I couldn’t say it all
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| Was it I wrote too little, or was it I said too much, too much
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| And they say that a real man, can open up his heart
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| All I know is it’s true love, makes me cry when we’re apart
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| Oh, it’s hurting me, it’s killing me, it’s breaking me in two
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| I’ve gotta find a connection, gotta pull something through
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| I’m begging you, I’m pleading you, down on my knees
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| Oh yeah, come on home baby, bring your love to me
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| Dialed your number, but I couldn’t make the call
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| But, would you answer, you wouldn’t speak to me at all
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| No, no, no, no, no
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| And they say that a real man, faces troubles head-on
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| All I know is in my eyes, you can do no wrong
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| It’s hurting me, it’s killing me, it’s breaking me in two
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| I’ve gotta find a connection, gotta pull something through
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| I’m begging you, I’m pleading you, down on my knees
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| Yeah, come on home baby, bring your love to me
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| And they say that a real man, who can make it on his own
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| And all I know is that this man, doesn’t want to be alone
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| Oh, it’s hurting me, it’s killing me, it’s breaking me in two
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| I’ve gotta find a connection, gotta pull something through
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| I’m begging you, I’m pleading you, down on my knees
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| Yeah, come on home baby, bring your love
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| Oh, it’s hurting me
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| Oh, it’s killing me
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| Down on my knees…
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| Oh yeah! |