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Come Back When You Feel Like Coming Home
At the bus stop,
Another woman holds your hand,
Her bag, on your shoulder,
In her body, your black leather.
Out of your mind,
You elope with a concubine,
Just Met her at the house of sin,
Now, you're ready to begin
A life you know you can't win.
Yesterday, you left without words,
Without a smile and with eyes like thorns.
Pack your things, didn't look at her,
Kissed her goodbye no more.
She lets you run away,
Lets your path go astray,
But don't you forget that at the end of the day,
She's still the lady you can't pay.
Happiness and respect, you threw,
Shame and pride, you chew,
Alter ego, you slew.
But she still outside the door,
you are whom she's waiting for.
But if you come home and see no shadow,
If the door is closed, just jam the window.