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I'm home again, hardly certain of my role |
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And then I started searching for my soul again |
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But there was nothing i could find. |
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I'm home again, but I've been here before, old friends |
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And I know I'll be consoled again in the past I've left behind. |
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When I was a boy, well, I heard somebody singing |
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And I heard the guitars ringing |
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And it brought me home again, home again. |
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I'm, straight again, my good intention got mislaid |
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And then I got suck inside this moze that bends |
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Have I been this way before? |
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I've stalled again, like some eternal brawl that ends |
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When the mirrors finally cracks |
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And then there's no refflection anymore. |
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Outside on the street, well, I heard somebody singing |
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And I heard the music ringin |
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From some clapped out pirate station |
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It was my unholy salvation |
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Home again, home again! |
