You know just what to say and just what to do
to get me right back to loving you
And every time I muster enough strength to love you again
you're out of my life
for days at a time
And just when I've almost forgotten what your voice sounds like
here you are again
as if no time has passed
And foolishly I play along because
I've convinced myself that Love is what brings you home--
Maybe I've misunderstood that term of endearment
You get the best of me every time
either way.
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