| Somewhere in the back of my mind
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| There’s a little box with a picture of you
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| And I keep it from the past
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| But I left it behind just to be with you
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| Whenever I was travelin' through time
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| There were dreams much stronger than the truth
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| And everyday was full of signs
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| Which lead me, lead me back to you
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| My baby thought I made it
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| But I’m right back where I started
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| But I just don’t want to say that
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| It feels good to be back home
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| You know how much I hate it
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| To be one of those broken hearted, baby yeah
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| But it’s just like I created
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| A picture far away from home
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| One of those broken hearted
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| Sometimes there’s a look in your eyes
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| Like a little child — fragile and so deep
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| But all your words just cut like a knife
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| And it hurts me so deep
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| But girl, the more that I believe
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| You know, the stronger I get
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| And I think it’s time to receive
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| All the love that I spread
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| My baby thought he made it
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| but now he’s back from where he started
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| Now I’m right back where I started
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| I know he wouldn’t say
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| that it’s good to be back home
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| I know how much he hates it
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| to be one of these broken hearted
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| To be one of those broken hearted, yeah
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| But it’s just like he created
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| he’s far away from home
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| My baby thought he made it
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| but now he’s back from where he started
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| Now I’m right back where I started
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| I know he wouldn’t say
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| that it’s good to be back home
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| Said, I wouldn’t say it, no
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| Said, I wouldn’t say it, no
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| I know how much he hates it
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| to be one of those broken hearted
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| I don’t wanna be broken hearted, no
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| But it’s just like he created
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| he’s far away from home
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| One of those broken hearted |