| I, I tell you now the summer’s dry
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| I sweat my brow and wipe my hair when I do
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| I could wear a shirt and tie everyday
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| The diamond eyes are not the treasure they say
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| Where’s the Catcher in the Rye anyway
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| O the tragedy
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| Young rebels in their glory — misunderstood
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| Such a calamity
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| It’s obvious the babes do steal the wood
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| Another angry young man they say
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| So sad that he lost his way
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| Another angry young man they say
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| O the youth how they drift away
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| I, I tell you now the summer’s high
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| The forward cast of windswept dreams in the air
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| I will run close to the edge — every time
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| Between the wedge there lies a passion that’s born
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| I said a passion that’s born — born
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| O the tragedy
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| Of unsung heroes searching for their cause
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| Such a calamity
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| The unrequited rebel without applause
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| Another angry young man they say
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| So sad that he lost his way
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| Another angry young man they say
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| O the youth how they drift away
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| O the tragedy
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| Young rebels in their glory — misunderstood
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| Such a calamity
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| It’s obvious the babes do steal the wood
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| Another angry young man they say
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| So sad that he lost his way
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| Another angry young man they say
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| O the youth how they drift away, say
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| Another angry young man they say
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| I, I tell you now the summer’s dry
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| I tell you now the summer’s dry.
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| SONG:
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| GOIN’HOME
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| They can never take what’s in your soul
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| And they can never break what keeps you whole
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| When the rain comes down, yea, yea, yea
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| And they may criticize the way you are
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| When they patronize the dreams you keep so far inside
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| I will go to where I feel the light, yea
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| I’m goin’home, o, yea
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| I’m goin’home, now
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| I’m goin’home, I cry
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| I’m goin’home now, o no
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| O no Can you count the days that have left you dry
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| And can you count the ways you ask yourself why
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| You carry on, yea, yea, yea
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| And you can justify all you do But when you look around and find you’re alone
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| Tell me where can you turn to I will go to where I feel the light, o yea
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| I’m goin’home, o yea
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| I’m goin’home now, yea I said
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| I’m goin’home, I cried
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| I’m goin’home now, o no For the memories will keep me strong
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| 'Cause you can never forget from where you still belong
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| For the times I’m lost when I look around
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| I know I’ll always be heading northward bound, yea
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| I’m goin’home, I say
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| I’m goin’home now, o no Here we go Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Yea goin’home, I cried now
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| I’m goin’home
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| Goin’home, no
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| I’m goin’home, o no They can never take what’s in your soul
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| And they can never break what keeps you whole, o no
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| I want to go home |