I guess I’ll get the papers and go home,
Like I’ve been doin’ ever s ince we’ve been apart.
I get some consolation when I r ead,
Of some – one el – se’s lone – ly he art.
I wonder if you get the papers too,
And if you feel as mel – an – chol – y as I do.
Until you’re in my arms again, never more to roam,
I guess I’ll get the papers and go home.
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