| Baby |
| I got in a little bit of trouble of my own |
| I, I, I'm sorry |
| Baby, I wanna come home |
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| We had a row somehow, went out on the town |
| And I got two black eyes and I'm stumbling about |
| I lost my wallet, lost my keys, lost my mind and my soul |
| 'Cause I'm the worst enemy, I know |
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| Catch my reflection in the mirror, can't believe what I see |
| I've got kebab on my chin, and I've got sick on my jeans |
| I see police on the streets, they're all looking at me |
| And I can't even see |
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| Baby |
| I got in a little bit of trouble of my own |
| I, I, I'm sorry |
| Baby, I wanna come home |
| You gotta save me |
| I, I'm out my head, and I've got no place left to go, oh, oh, oh |
| I'm sorry |
| Baby, I wanna come home |
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| Got two tequilas, I'm all over the place |
| Now I can't breathe, I've got these geezers speaking right in my face |
| I jump from bars, strip clubs, every backend street |
| And there's nothing there for me |
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| Catch my reflection in the mirror, can't believe what I see |
| I've got kebab on my chin, and I've got sick on my jeans |
| I see the freaks and the geeks, they're all calling to me |
| But I can't even speak |
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| Baby |
| I got in a little bit of trouble of my own |
| I, I, I'm sorry |
| Baby, I wanna come home |
| You gotta save me |
| I, I'm out my head, and I've got no place left to go, oh, oh, oh |
| I'm sorry |
| Baby, I wanna come home |
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| I hope it isn't over |
| Will you still love me when I'm sober? |
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| Baby |
| I got in a little bit of trouble of my own |
| I, I, I'm sorry |
| Baby, I wanna come home |
| You gotta save me, save me, baby |
| I, I'm out my head, and I've got no place left to go, oh, oh, oh |
| I'm sorry |
| Baby, I wanna come home |
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