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Always trying to move forward
Move around from place to place
Drink my coffee in the morning
And stand still and paint my face
Drive around until I'm tired
And the horn behind blows made of gold
I think of the new one that I've hired
It's probably time I let him go
'cause I could be in saint tropez
With my hands on somebody playing dress up like you do
Or I could be in new orleans
With my face in a magazine
Try and love the ladies like it's true
But I always come back to you
I always come back to you
My roommate looks out on the seafront
And I just stare at it all the time
Something about it makes me peaceful
Why do I go back online
'cause I could be inside your pain
With my hands on somebody playing dress up like you do
Or I could be in new orleans
With my face in a magazine
Trying love the ladies like it's true
But I always come back to you
I always come back to you
I always come back to you
Is coming back to you
Cause I could be in new orleans
With my face in a magazine
Try to love the ladies like it's true
But I always come back to you
But I always come back to you