You were bent out of shape,
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and over a knee...over me.
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So you sent all your words,
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and every plea to tell me.
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But I've never been wooed by a letter.
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Cause having you with me is better.
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Come home to me.
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You had lost all your will,
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your way out of Texas...you're out of reach.
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And it had cost quite a bit,
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your family's pride at your feet.
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But I've never been wooed by a letter.
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Cause having you with me is better.
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Come home to me.
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And I've seen your face try to hide,
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the swell of water, the lack of pride.
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But I can only sing what I feel,
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if you don't walk away,
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then it was never real.
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Come home to me.
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Come Home to Me
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| Jessica Riddle |
