Well I woke one morning,
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found you staring down at me,
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you said "I'll take my share now, father please",
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and you took your money,
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and you took your leave,
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you drilled my heart and turned your back on me...
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And you hit the town,
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and you hit the bottle hard,
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you race 'round in your fancy cars and you blow all your money,
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on brothels, beds, and bars,
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before you know your broken times get hard...
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I still stand here waiting,
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with my eyes fixed on the road,
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and I fight back tears and I wonder,
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if you're ever coming home,
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don't you know son that I love you,
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and I don't care where you've been,
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so please come home.
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And now you've hit bottom,
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all those open doors have shut,
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and you're hungry stomach's tied in knots,
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but I know what you're thinking,
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that you troubled me enough,
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nothing could ever separate you from my love...
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I still stand here waiting,
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with my eyes fixed on the road,
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and I fight back tears and I wonder,
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if you're ever coming home,
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don't you know son that I love you,
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and I don't care where you've been,
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yes and i'll be right here waiting,
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'til you come around the bend,
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and I run to you and hold you close,
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won't let go again,
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so please come home,
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please come home...
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Don't you know son that I love you?
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And I don't care where you've been,
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Please Come Home
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| Dustin Kensrue |
