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I wandered aimlessly across the creaking wood floors Each made a sound I've heard before Both of your heavy feet which stepped with grace As your curly hair fell to your shoulders And your smile awakened my soul You disappeared into the night, to your parents house They'd much rather send you aflight than to believe you'd been loused by me You had to fix things and that's alright No house is ever perfect inside nor out You're strong, I know you can do it without a doubt When you've done all that can be Then come back to me Come home, let me see you Let us meet at 11's dew Turn my body into a fiery furnace Because lately, I've been very drab And let me see those frizzy curls That hide under your hijab When you've done all that can be Then come back to me Come home, let me see you I'll be waiting at 11's dew
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
Come Back Home
I wandered aimlessly across the creaking wood floors Each made a sound I've heard before Both of your heavy feet which stepped with grace As your curly hair fell to your shoulders And your smile awakened my soul You disappeared into the night, to your parents house They'd much rather send you aflight than to believe you'd been loused by me You had to fix things and that's alright No house is ever perfect inside nor out You're strong, I know you can do it without a doubt When you've done all that can be Then come back to me Come home, let me see you Let us meet at 11's dew Turn my body into a fiery furnace Because lately, I've been very drab And let me see those frizzy curls That hide under your hijab When you've done all that can be Then come back to me Come home, let me see you I'll be waiting at 11's dew
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
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