OK, so here it is.
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It all started when you left,
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with dizziness and shortness of breath.
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Well, yes.
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It¡¯s really quite unusual,
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I should be so fond of you.
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I think I deserve the truth,
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don¡¯t you?
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So, when are you coming home, dear?
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And why are you running away?
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I¡¯m drowning in my sorrow,
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and waiting for yesterday.
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Guess you keep me on my toes,
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telling me what I should know.
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But our love won¡¯t grow if
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you¡¯re not home.
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Feeling fevered, burning up.
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Thinking that I might of rushed
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into love that didn¡¯t mean
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that much.
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So, when are you coming home, dear?
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And why are you running away?
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I¡¯m drowning in my sorrow,
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and waiting for yesterday.
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Homecoming
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| One True Thing |
