| Waiting on tables while waiting on fame
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| In a city filled with numbers, they’ve forgotten their names
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| Like a lonely broken people without title, without claim
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| When every day’s survival is one more night
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| Of shame, night of shame
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| Welcome home, sweet Adonis
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| Welcome back, my old friend
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| I’m glad to see you made it through your contests once again
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| Welcome nome, sweet Adonis
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| You heart needs time to mend
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| Welcome home, sweet Adonis, my old friend
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| Hoping for the promise, staying for the show
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| In a world of brief advantage, the victims come and go
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| Their faces seem so honest, tehir manners have such style
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| Oh, but when hunger means existence
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| There’s a feast in every smile, every smile
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| So welcome home, sweet Adonis
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| Welcome back, my old friend
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| I’m glad to see you made it up that hard
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| Road once again
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| Welcoem home, sweet Adonis
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| Your highway’s found an end
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| Welcome home, sweet Adonis, welcome home |