I'll be coming home to you, my heart is fonder now you've not been around.
I'll be coming home for you, now that I have learned how a heart can hurt.
Well, I'll be coming home for you, I heard that you're in bits, and I hope that I can fix it.
I'm coming home to heal your wounds, I've got a needle and thread to stitch back up your head.
But no one owns the sea, 'cept you and me.
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