| I bet these days he wonders my loves mean,
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| Stay out too late, come home shitfaced, can’t stop laughing about it
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| I bet these days she wishes she could kill me,
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| I never answer, doesn’t matter, can’t stop laughing about it
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| Too young to get it right,
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| too young to make it serious tonight
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| Oh, I keep on coming home to you,
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| can’t keep myself away from
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| You give me loving, that good kind of loving,
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| Oh, I keep on coming home to you
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| I remember times I would disappear all night
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| Stay up waiting, watching headlights, something don’t feel right
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| But it’s been a real long time, and I think we’re doing all right
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| And sometimes I still mess it up, and I can’t stop laughing about it
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| Too young to get it right, too young to make it serious tonight
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| Oh, I keep on coming home to you,
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| can’t keep myself away from
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| You give me loving, that good kind of loving,
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| Oh, I keep on coming home to you
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| Everything you see is what I’ll never be,
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| And I’ll just keep trying to change your mind,
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| One day all my dreams’ll come running back to me,
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| I love the way you’re looking every night
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| But it means the world to me to see you smile
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| Oh, I keep on coming home to you,
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| can’t keep myself away from
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| You give me loving, that good kind of loving,
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| Oh, I keep on coming home to you |