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Come home

You don’t got to front
Don’t have to be blunt
But you know what we had was real
You know it ain’t the same, what you feel
She ain’t me, I ain’t her
This is just one big blur
She don’t get you like I do
Just get the clue
You need me as I need you
We both know its true
You can’t fight fate
Just come home, it’s not to late..

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