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Welcome home |
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If home it is and well you come |
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We've seen the smoke and smelled the fumes |
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You went for broke |
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Then under over a couple bucks |
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Threw down the yoke and put up your dukes |
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May a Blow |
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Land where he'll feel it |
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May your fire spread through the coal-sewn fields |
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Fare thee well |
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In a welfare line or thy father's will |
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Don't kill us and we'll go your bail |
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You hit and heldand folded, enthralled isn't thrilled,you said, grow up", and away you saileMay the blow land where he'll see itMay your fear spread through the tear stained shoresSaying, I never knew you.Welcome homeIf home it is and well you come'cause fear and fire can't consume,condemn, condone or dismiss what we haven't done,and he's out of saltGo dress your woundsLay a flare down by your dull painMay he show up or may you move onHe will show up or you will move on |
