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I 'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I 'm going to the place love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different of pain.
I 'm going home,
to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this I chose for me.
But these and these faces are getting old,
So I 'm home.
Well I 'm going home.
The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The I get to you.
I've not the best man or friend for you.
But your love true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me try.
So I 'm going home,
to the where I belong,
And where love has always been enough for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret life I chose for me.
But these places and faces are getting old,
Be careful what you for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful you wish for,
'Cause you just get it all.
You just get it all, yeah.
Oh, well I 'm going home,
to the place where I belong,
And where love has always been enough for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't life I chose for me.
But places and these faces are old.
I places and these are getting old,
So I 'm going home.
I 'm going home.
Trying to hide the pain.
I 'm going to the place love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different of pain.
I 'm going home,
to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this I chose for me.
But these and these faces are getting old,
So I 'm home.
Well I 'm going home.
The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The I get to you.
I've not the best man or friend for you.
But your love true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me try.
So I 'm going home,
to the where I belong,
And where love has always been enough for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret life I chose for me.
But these places and faces are getting old,
Be careful what you for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful you wish for,
'Cause you just get it all.
You just get it all, yeah.
Oh, well I 'm going home,
to the place where I belong,
And where love has always been enough for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't life I chose for me.
But places and these faces are old.
I places and these are getting old,
So I 'm going home.
I 'm going home.
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