COME ON HOME

(Ben Watt/Tracey Thorn)

Baby come home, I miss the sound of the doo

Your step on the stair’s not there to wake me no more

And every days like Christmas Day without you

It’s cold and there’s nothing to do

And it’s mighty quiet here now that you’re gone

I’ve been behavind myself for too long

‘Cause I don’t like sleeping

Or painting the town on mey own

Or painting the town on my own

So please come on home, come home, com home

Baby come home

Baby, what’s keeping you all this time

You’re wasting your days out there in the sunshine

And who ca I turn to if you believe still

That England don’t love you and she nerver will

For it’s mighty quiet here now that you’re gone

And I’ve been behavind myself for too long

I don’t like sleeping

Or watching TV on my own

So please come home, come, home, come home

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