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Somedays the most that you hoped you do |
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Is step in your leather shoes |
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And make your way around the block |
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Days that tired mother of ours |
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And living has made her sad |
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How she wishes she could stop the clock |
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And so, I'm told, I wear, and I'm worn |
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Come clean, come clean, |
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come near, come home |
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Come home |
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You always come home to those empty rooms |
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And wonder what's left to lose |
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Folding sheets cause you can never stop |
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Days that tired mother of ours |
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And living has made her sad |
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How she wishes she could stop the clock |
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And so, I'm told, I wear, and I'm worn |
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Come clean, come clean, |
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come near, come home |
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Come home |
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And so, I'm told, I wear, and I'm worn |
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Come clean, come clean, |
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come near, come home |
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Come home |