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Come On
Lyricist:Adam Blake, Kenneth Harris, Michael Trent Robinson, Jacob Sinclair
Well, baby, pick up the phone Because I'm drunk and alone I need someone to take me home And I wish it was you
Well get me out of this place 'Cause I've got blood on my face And I'm getting tired of tasting my shoe
Well, but how in the devil'd get into trouble? I don't think I'll ever be sure But there's one thing I'm sure of Is there's no love like your love
So come on Well, quit dragging me down and come on I've waited around for you to come And get me out of here
Well, it was a god-awful scene At the bar down on King In fact, this whole night's been troubling Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com To say the least
Phony friends, phony names Exchanging numbers, playing games Well, I guess I should do the same But it's just not me
Well, but how in the devil'd get into trouble? I don't think I'll ever be sure But there's one thing I'm sure of Is there's no love like your love
So come on Well, quit dragging me down and come on I've waited around for you to come And get me out of here
Well, so come on Well, stop thinking about it, come on You know I'm working it out And I don't think I can wait another year
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