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Losing in front of your home crowd |
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You wish the ground |
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Would open up and take you down |
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And will time never pass? |
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Will time never pass for us? |
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Your weary wife is walking away |
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Your nephew is true |
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Well, he thinks the world of you |
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And I have to close my eyes |
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Losing in front of your home town |
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The crowd call your name |
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They love you all the same |
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The sound, the smell, and the spray |
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You will take them all away |
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And they'll stay till the grave |
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Your weary wife is walking away |
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Your nephew, is true |
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Well, he thinks the world of you |
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And I have to close my eyes |
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Losing in your home town |
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Hell is the bell |
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That will not ring again |
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You will return one day |
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Because of all the things that you see |
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When your eyes close |
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Your weary wife, walking away |
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Your nephew, it's true |
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He still thinks the world of you |
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And I have to dry my eyes, oh |
