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Text: Peter Cetera. I'm Coming Home.

Everytime I wake up,
Somewhere far away
Drowning over minutes that were yesterday
I wonder what you're doing
Do you feel this way
Are you thinking of me too?

Looking in the mirror all I wanna see
Is your pretty face smiling back at me
There's nowhere in the world that
I would rather be
Than to be back home with you

I'm on my way
I promise you that I won't be long
I just called
Called you to say
I miss every little little moment
without you

And I can't wait
For us to be alone.
I'm almost in your arms.
I'm coming home.

And back when I'm alone
I really miss your touch
I hold on to your picture
And it means so much
To know that there is someone
Out there just for me
And
you feel the same way too?

Everywhere I go I'd wish

That You were there
Everything I know I'd wish
that we could share

Everywhere I go
Makes me miss you so,

I'm on my way,
I promise you that I won't be long
I just called, called you to say
I Miss every little moment without you

And I can't wait
For us to be alone
I'm Almost in your arms I'm Coming home.

I can touch you
Everytime I close my eyes
Baby you can feel it,
If you just believe I'm Coming
Oooh I'm coming home

And I can't wait
For us to be alone.
I'm almost in your arms.
I'm coming home.

I'm coming home (mmmm).
Uh, I'm coming home