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Gone is the last stain of ink from the sky |
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Somebody's talking and won't tell you why |
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So you ask them to stay when you want them to fly |
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And you try not to think of tomorrow's goodbye |
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Hometime hometime |
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Oh how I long to see a friend of mine |
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Somewhere he's still waiting |
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Somewhere his heart's saying |
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She will be coming for me |
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She'll be coming for me |
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Hometime hometime |
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I'll know his name and he'll remember mine |
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Let him be just for me |
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Let him be poetry |
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Wait for me patiently |
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Wait for me |
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Hometime hometime |
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Oh how I long to see a friend of mine |
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Somewhere he's still waiting |
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Watching the door for his 'she' |
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To be calling??it's me |
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And this morning is free |
