But I feel somehow to blame
For the way our love has changed,
But please believe me:
I just can't stand to see
you go.
And I swear that I don't know
Just what made me hurt you
so,
What made you want to go.
(guitar solo)
Baby, please come home,
Baby, please come home;
Baby baby please, baby please,
baby please, come home.
Try to put the things I said
Right out of your head.
I didn't mean a single one;
Now you see what words have
done.
Baby, please come home,
Baby, please come home;
Baby please, baby please,
baby please, baby please come home.
Try to put the things we've
done
Back where they belong.
That's in the past;
I need our love to last.
Baby, please come home,
Baby, please come home;
Baby baby, please come home,
please come home.
Marco Giunco |
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