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Just when you're thinkin' things over, |
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And you need a set of vows, |
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And all your friends seem disappointed, |
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To see the sun going down |
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And when the sweetness you're saving is all the sweetness you doubt. |
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I'm coming home, |
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You look good when your heart is on fire, |
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It's a matter of taste yeah! |
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You do it right you don't follow the line |
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Find of the sun. |
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Ooh! |
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Ooh! |
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Ooh! |
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Ooh! |
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I found you soaking in liquid |
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I found you there in your robe, |
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Ain't no hands big enough to save us, |
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I got the vibe I'm coming home. |
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I see you close down the windows, |
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I see you burn down your throne. |
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Yeah! I'm coming home, |
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You look good when your heart is on fire, |
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It's a matter of taste yeah I you do it right |
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You don't follow the line find the sun. |
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I'm coming home. |
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Ride out where do you come from, |
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Kick up go find your love, |
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I ain't knockin' all you've done. |
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Just when you're thinkin' things over, |
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Oh yeah you found your set of vows, |
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And all your friends feel disappointed, |
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'Cause they're not your friends now, |
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And all the books that you've been through seem too sad to you now, |
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I'm coming home, |
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You look good when your heart is on fire, |
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It's a matter of taste yeah! |
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You do it fine you don't follow the line find the sun, |
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Where you coming from lady. |
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Yeah! I'm coming home, |
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I wanna build my Rome and get high but I can't find my matches, |
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And when you rap me you drive me to say this, |
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Hey love I can't sing anymore, |
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I'm coming home. |