I see you sitting there cold, all alone, depressive tones.
So now, I gotta get back where you're from.
I gotta get back where you're from.
Shaken soul, fallen thrown, vulnerable.
So now I gotta back where you're from.
I want to get you back but I don't know how.
I was lost, cut and bound, losing ground,
so now I gotta get back where you're from.
Now I'm sewn, flesh and bone, missing and home.
That's why I gotta get back when you're down.
I don't want another; I'm over "grin and bear.”
I don't want another, I gotta keep you around.
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