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This is a message First one of many The phone's disconnected I know you won't get it I hope Paris is fine You've left New York far behind God has being waiting and I have been waiting To show you things that we made In September when you went away Will you come home Will you come home Will you come home The black and white distance Wrecking ball romance That sweet subway picture Burning house fixtures I hope we don't change our mind Did the lights of New York leave you blind And the island is calling and I have been calling To show you songs that we made In December when you were away Will you come home Will you come home Will you come home