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Why Can't You Come Home

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OK, this is actually supposed to be song lyrics. I was listening to You And I - Lady Gaga and it pushed me to write this kinda quick. I play it in my head with a soft southern style like her voice in the above-mentioned song but closer to the heartbreak of Stay by Sugarland. Anyway, looking for a songwriter who wants to play with a tune for this.All Rights Reserved

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Why Can't You Come Home
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