All I have are the way things go. I just don't know. I've made up some simple lies and have compromised how I live 'cos either way I'll break your heart someday. Leaving you is always the last thing on my mind. So when I left, babe, I kissed you real slow so I don't forget my way back home.
When I go and sail away on a wayward ship, with candy lips in my grip and cheap perfume... Oh, it never lies. It can't surprise any good advice I may have given. 'Cos either way I'll break your heart someday. When I left, I missed you in the fall and in the winter. My friends say I should listen to it. Can't you see I've loved you all along? Well, if America doesn't like me, you can say I finally found the kind of man who only likes the gun. Shoot anyone 'cos either way I'll break your heart someday...
But leaving you is always the last thing on my mind. So when I go, babe, kiss me real slow. So I don't forget my way back home...
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