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Rob Thomas
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Greg Leisz
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Matt Serletic
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Rob Thomas
Rob Thomas
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Matt Serletic
Matt Serletic
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David Campbell
David Campbell
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MARK DODSON
MARK DODSON
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Pat Woodward
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Jon Belec
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Sebastian Nicolet
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Tony Adams
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Craig Poole
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Stephen Marcussen
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Stewart Whitmore
Stewart Whitmore
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Greg Collins
Greg Collins
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Jim Scott
Jim Scott
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Matt Serletic
Matt Serletic
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She got out of town On a railway, New York bound Took all except my name Another alien on Broadway Some things in this world you just can't change Some things you can't see until it gets too late Baby, baby, baby When all your love is gone Who will save me From all I'm up against out in this world Maybe, maybe, maybe You'll find something that's enough to keep you But if the bright lights don't receive you You should turn yourself around and come on home I got a hole in me now I got a scar I can talk about She keeps a picture of me In her apartment in the city Some things in this world, man, they don't make sense Some things you don't need until they leave you They're the things that you miss, you say Baby, baby, baby When all your love is gone Who will save me From all I'm up against out in this world Maybe, maybe, maybe You'll find something that's enough to keep you But if the bright lights don't receive you You should turn yourself around and come on home Let that city take you in (Come on home) Let that city spit you out (Come on home) Let that city take you down, yeah For God's sake, turn around Baby, baby, baby When all your love is gone Who will save me From all I'm up against out in this world Maybe, maybe, maybe You'll find something that's enough to keep you But if the bright lights don't receive you Turn yourself around and come on home Yeah, come on home Maybe, maybe, baby, baby Come on home Yeah, come on home Yeah, come on home Yeah, come on home
Writer(s): Robert Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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