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the contract – come home lyrics

[hook]

i’m close
can’t go any longer… further
hunger…
i see the color… of the stones
waves roll through the trees
clouds…. hover
can you hear me?
through the breeze…. lover?

and if we are lost…
come down to the river…. nearer
when the light is off….
i’ll see you clearer…. nearer
so come on now….
come home…
peaceful paranoia… i know ya
so come on….
come home

[verse 1]

she was up in bac-n-l all summer
she was up in lovebrunch all summer
all summer, except for sundays
not this summer, i’m leaving to have better mondays
took my talents down south like johnny rugby
didn’t wanna go out like pat rice
or jesus christ
i fell off like danny cipriani
in cipriani eating prosciutto with a f-ckin nanny
no i didn’t f-ck the nanny
she stole my jeans so, i never liked the help
then i fell in love with bacon and tuna melts
haven’t worn jeans since batista won the belt

sliding down a slippery slope , rain dancing
nearly lost the love of my life like martin
she wouldn’t play second fiddle like maria sharapova
she didn’t like hova
then it was over

she went missing for a couple summers
we used to have a little fling every other f-ckin summer
we never f-cked, she’s a daughter of the church
she blamed me for the girl she’s become, that’s not a first
i gave her the european double kiss
i said don’t loud it tho
she wanted to go pubalic
i never allowed her to
my uncle said don’t let em get too comfortable
but he ain’t around no more
and who is that because of
just 1 too many f-ck ups
wrong place, wrong time, she moved out of town
dating a local hero, but still wears a frown
looking as indie as ever
she still wears my harrovian sweater
i wonder if she’ll ever do better
it’s the summer i should probably text her
maybe she might want to get breakfast

[bridge]

rose petals on the floor, she loves me, she loves me not
…..i told her come home you’re missing too much
shopping my demos out the boot of an s cl-ss, i missed cl-ss, but could be paying 50p tax
how hypocritical, i try and stay spiritual, my life must be a miracle
you know me!
you always been my pyt
but take your time
i’ve been doing fine
been lacing these lines just for you find me
don’t mind me
i know your daddy ain’t a fan of rhyming
i know i been wylin but it’s all about timing
we should move to paris like shyne did

[outro]
i know i don’t know… where home is
but don’t leave me alone… come home
we’ve been here before… long ago
come close… and we’ll find a way home

- the contract lyrics

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