hoping you'll come back home
sitting and waiting by the telephone
It was al ways the two of us
Now I'm sitting here all alone
And lady, please come home
Oh, I'm sorry if I hurt you, lady
You know I hate to see you cry
Lovers always seem to hurt each other
They never seem to reason why
I want to take back the hurt
I want to take back the pain
I'll never let you cry again
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no, no
I've been as big a fool as I could be
It was always the two of us
Now don't leave me to live in pain
Just make up your mind, give me a call
Just make up your mind, give me a call
And lady, please come home
holding on, I'm holding on.
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