| I hear your voice in every corridor
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| I see your face in every picture frame
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| I feel your eyes in every starry sky
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| Lover, am I coming home again?
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| Now am I humble, who once was proud
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| Now am I silent, who once was loud
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| Now am I waiting for the sound of your saying
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| Lover, am I coming home again?
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| When you’re gone the sun don’t shine
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| Light a light, light a light for me
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| Bring me back home again
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| And how we loved 'til the years were days
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| How we laughed all our tears away
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| And now the time begins to fade
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| Lover, am I coming home again?
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| There’s a wisdom in the teachings of the old familiar songs
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| And a sorrow in repeating all the old familiar wrongs
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| And a lesson to be learned though I’ve known all day long
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| Lover, am I coming home again?
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| Light a light, light a light for me
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| Light a light, light a light for me
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| Light a light, light a light for me
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| Bring me back home again
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| Bring me back home again |