(Difford/Tilbrook)
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I'm faced with the facts
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And a fist full of threats
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I stand quite amused
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At the end of the bed
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I have no defense
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For what I have said
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As a handful of love
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Whacks me right round the head
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She's growling and stalking
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And grabs from a pile
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A book that she throws
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And it missed by a mile
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I'm holding a pillow
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And as naked as sin
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I'm backed to a corner
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With a wastepaper bin
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Then up on the mattress
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There's no place to go
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I'm guilty yes guilty
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But there's no place like home
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I rewind the hours
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To see what went wrong
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I plead for forgiveness
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And I'm hit like a gong
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It seems that I'm guilty
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Of smiling too long
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When recalling lovers
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That now are long gone
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I'm guilty you¡¯re guilty
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So let me be stoned
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The past is the present
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When there's no place like home
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Off with the shoes
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And a whack round the head
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Your ear rings like a phone
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Some explanation
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Might patch and mend
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A love that's lost control
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Now there's no place like home
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No Place Like Home
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| Squeeze |
