True Love
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Staying out late of an evening
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Then crashing home late without warning
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Still getting breakfast in bed in the morning
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My girl
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She rolls her eyes and she finds me in pieces
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She picks me up and she smooths out the creases
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And all the while she is nothing but sweetness
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And all that I need in the end of the night
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When I¡¯m messed up and stressed out
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And half dead with fright
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Is somebody sweet who will turn out the light
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Make me breakfast in bed and get the coffee just right
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She brings me hangover hugs and comedown kisses
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She is my first and my last
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She¡¯s all my hits & my Mrs
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[x2]
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Now true love is coming back home from my travels
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To find that everything else is unraveled
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And she¡¯s the only thing keeping me level.
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My girl.
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Well she comes down to meet me at the station
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She holds me closer, that brief ventilation
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And waves me off on my road to salvation
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And all that she needs at the end of the day
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When the nights drawing in and the hope slips away
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Is somebody sweet who will come home and say
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She¡¯s the only thing left that keeps my demons at bay
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So keep those demons at bay
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So baby I need you at the end of it all
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When I¡¯m weak like a child and I¡¯m not standing tall
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When the clocks kicking out and there¡¯s no more curtain calls
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I¡¯ll promise you this, I¡¯ll be there when you fall.
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She brings me hangover hugs and comedown kisses
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She is my first and my last
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She¡¯s all my hits & my Mrs
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[x2]
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Now come on
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My hits and my Mrs.
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Hits & Mrs
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Frank Turner |