| The telephone is ringing in the afternoon
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| I was talking to your mother about you,
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| Yeah, we were talking about you.
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| She said you were in a garden where the sunshine blooms
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| I can see you in the front lawn
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| When I’m gone,
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| My heart is with you.
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| When I’m gone,
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| My heart is with you.
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| I know, I know,
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| I’ll always be thinking,
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| Thinking about.
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| I hope you know,
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| I’ll always call you my home
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| Don’t matter where I’m going,
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| Or what I do
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| I always come back, I always come back to you
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| And I’ve got this funny feeling,
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| That I’ll be seeing you soon
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| I always come home, I always come home to you
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| I live by the freeway on a fabric bench
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| I wonder when next time that I’ll be fed,
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| I’m fed up, I’m fed up with this.
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| You’re probably sleeping in your plastic house,
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| I can see you in the front room.
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| When I’m gone,
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| My heart is with you.
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| When I’m gone,
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| My heart is with you.
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| I know, I know,
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| I’ll always be thinking,
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| Thinking about.
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| I hope you know,
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| I’ll always call you my home
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| Don’t matter where I’m going,
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| Or what I do
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| I’ll always come back, I’ll always come back to you
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| And I’ve got this funny feeling,
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| That I’ll be seeing you soon
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| I always come home, I always come home to you
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| I know, I know,
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| I’ll always be thinking,
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| Thinking about.
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| I hope you know,
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| I’ll always call you my home
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| Don’t matter where I’m going,
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| Or what I do
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| I always come back, I always come back to you
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| And I’ve got this lovely feeling,
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| That I’ll be seeing you soon
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| Cause I’m coming home, I’m coming home to you |