| your bloodied eyes they were staring at me
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| made up your mind now you’re ready to leave
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| But you won’t forget
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| Say you won’t forget me
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| I tried to speak, but you turned to go
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| Now every day I’m waiting for your spirit to flow through this home again
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| Please come home again … my love
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| And I’ll give you the fanfare
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| Give you the lights
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| Roll out the banner and
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| light up the night
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| Pick out the sharp suit
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| Jacket and tie
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| Shine up my shoes and
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| write in the sky
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| Welcome home again, welcome home again, my love
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| You give your life for the sorriest sons
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| And say your love is for everyone
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| But will you still be free
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| to spend some time with me?
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| Yeah I’m jealous and I know it’s unfair
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| But I’m a lost dog when you’re no longer there
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| So come home again
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| Please come home again my love
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| And I’ll give you the fanfare
|
| Give you the lights
|
| Roll out the banner and
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| light up the night
|
| Pick out the sharp suit
|
| Jacket and tie
|
| Shine up my shoes and
|
| write in the sky
|
| Welcome home again, welcome home again,
|
| And I’ll give you the fanfare
|
| Give you the lights
|
| Roll out the banner and
|
| light up the night
|
| Pick out the sharp suit
|
| Jacket and tie
|
| Shine up my shoes and
|
| write in the sky
|
| Welcome home again, welcome home again, my love
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| Oh can you see,
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| The ticker tape streams
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| Are raining down?
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| Oh can you see
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| The cannons at sea
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| Are sounding out???
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| Oh can you see
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| The ticker tape streams
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| Are raining down?
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| Oh can you see
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| The cannons at sea
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| Are sounding out for my love
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| And I’ll give you the fanfare
|
| Give you the lights
|
| Roll out the banner and
|
| light up the night
|
| Pick out the sharp suit
|
| Jacket and tie
|
| Shine up my shoes and
|
| write in the sky
|
| Welcome home again, welcome home again,
|
| And I’ll give you the fanfare
|
| Give you the lights
|
| Roll out the banner and
|
| light up the night
|
| Pick out the sharp suit
|
| Jacket and tie
|
| Shine up my shoes and
|
| write in the sky
|
| Welcome home again, welcome home again, my love |