Back to Myself
Thought you were older
Guessed you were ninety-two
Made me feel younger
When I fell for you
My father's homeless
My mother an ideal roof
But I've got my own life problems
And I have all of you
To myself
To myself
Back to myself
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Back to, back to, back to, back to
Back to, back to, back to, back to
Babe, I'm a writer
Addictions a coffee too
I gotta believe in myself
Or I'll be gone on back down
We're solid
Tell me you'll never leave
I'll be a mess myself
Or I'll be gone on back down
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Autor(es): Christopher John Stracey, Jack Glass, Johan Loewenthal
