Well that phone doesn't ring when you want it to
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And it isn't your dream on the line
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It's just dad telling mom to have dinner without him
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'Cause he won't be coming home on time
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Well there's always that dance to escape to
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But that doesn't always work out
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You don't have a date; you're not going alone
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Isn't it nice to know you can still come home?
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Well you don't have a million friends to speak of
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But a best one is all that you need - oh
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Growing up so strong but you're not made of stone
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Isn't it nice to come home?
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In the real world you're not always welcome
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And all's not forgive and forget
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It's a cruel world without understanding
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And little one it's not over yet
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Well you never can trust a stranger
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So you may as well give up this fight - oh
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Your best friend's are waiting in the living room
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So go on and kiss them good night
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Come Home
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| Debbie Gibson |
