| I dreamed about killing you again last night
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| And it felt alright to me
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| Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies
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| I sat and watched you bleed
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| Buried you alive in a fireworks display
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| Raining down on me
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| Your cold, hot blood ran away from me
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| To the sea
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| I printed my name on the back of a leaf
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| And I watched it float away
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| The hope I had in a notebook full of white, dry pages
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| Was all I tried to save
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| But the wind blew me back via Chicago
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| In the middle of the night
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| And all without fight at the crush of veils and starlight
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| I know I’ll make it back
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| One of these days and turn on your TV
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| To watch a man with a face like mine
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| Being chased down a busy street
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| When he gets caught, I won’t get up
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| And I won’t go to sleep
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| I’m coming home, I’m coming home
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| Via Chicago
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| Where the cups are cracked and hooked
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| Above the sink, they make me think
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| Crumbling ladder, tears don’t fall
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| They shine down your shoulders
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| And crawling is screw faster lash
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| And I blow it with kisses
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| I rest my head on a pillowy star
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| And a cracked door moon
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| That says I haven’t gone too far
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| Searching for a home
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| Searching for a home
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| Searching for a home
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| Via Chicago
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| I’m coming home
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| I’m coming home |