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Bella's Coming Home

T Jackson



Bella's coming home

When she walks through that door just don't ask where she's been.

'Cause we don't need to know

All the strangers she's met, all the things she's seen.


She will be here soon

And she cried down the phone as she told me her plan,

She knows she's been a fool

So we won't make it worse, try to understand ...


She's still just a child

And she feels so alone.

Her temper ran wild

But at least now we know

That Bella's coming home.


Bella's bed is made

And it seems like so many years since we last saw her face.

Bella's mind is made

She took a wrong turn, she took a bad pill

She chose a dark path, she chose a cheap thrill

But Bella's coming home.


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