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Jameson's my new best friend tonight
My Irish love I just can't seem to drink this off
I remember how that look created all that guilt
Forgive me I'll be good I'll be a saint just please
Make tonight that

Your coming home
Where you ought to be
Your coming home
Where you ought to be
Right with me

Disappointment haunts me like a crutch
Believe it all these years have blurred right into one
Can't avoid it loving you's like running through a field of landmines
Even still I want you by my side
Celebrating

Your coming home
Where you ought to be
Your coming home
Where you ought to be
Right with me

Your coming home
Where you ought to be
Your coming home
Where you ought to be
Your coming home
Where you ought to be
Your coming home
Where you ought to be
Right with me