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When night takes over in the afternoon, |
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One thing keeps me staring at the moon, |
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It smiles, |
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And tells me that I, |
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Will be home soon, |
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I'll be home soon. |
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It calls for dreamers as it calls for time, |
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But those real dreamers do not sleep at night, |
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They burn, |
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As they yearn, |
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To be home soon. |
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I will be home soon, |
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You will see me coming down your road, |
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And you'll greet me. |
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I'll be home soon! |
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When night falls down and slowly makes a womb, |
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I close my pedals and I start to bloom, |
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I burn, |
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As I yearn! |
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I will be home soon, |
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You will see me coming down your road, |
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And you'll greet me. |
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When you see me goin', |
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Coming down your road, (I'll be home soon soon soon soon) |
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I'm coming home, (I'll be home soon soon soon soon) |
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I'm coming home! (I'll be home soon soon soon soon) |
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(I'll be home soon soon soon soon) |
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(I'll be home soon) |
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(I'll be home soon soon soon soon) |
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(I'll be home soon soon soon soon) |
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(I'll be home soon soon soon soon) |
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(I'll be home soon soon soon soon) |
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(I'll be home soon) |
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(I'll be home soon soon soon soon) |
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(I'll be home soon soon soon soon) |
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(I'll be home soon) |
