My nights about the same

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Alerta vermelho, o gajo já entrou na fase de ouvir blues e Ela só volta no Domingo.



My days are getting lonely, my nights about the same,
I'm so used to hearing you call my name
That's why I'm grieving, baby will you please come home
And if you don't come back home, I know I won't last long.

I laid my head on the pillow, I found an empty space,
but there's no one else could fill your place
That's why I'm grieving, I'm all alone.
And my heart won't stop bleeding... baby will you come back home?

Babe, listen to my pleas
Baby, baby, listen to my pleas
Will you come back home?
I'm slowly dying on my feet.