| These woods I’ve been here before
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| but someones changed the color of the leaves
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| not leaves not green anywhere
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| what is that hanging in the trees
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| bits of glass, broken
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| bicycle wheels, broken
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| old toys, old wounds
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| broken, broken
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| why did i come here on my way home
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| i heard a voice calling, «sonny»
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| the tables set the waters warm
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| come home, come home, come home
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| this road, i’ve been here before
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| but wheres the rock i used to climb
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| no rock no road anymore
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| who are those people waiting there in line
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| throwing stones, strangers
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| throwing knives, strangers
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| old friends, old loves, strangers, strangers
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| why did i come here on my way home
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| i heard a voice calling, «sonny»
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| the tables set, the waters warm
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| come home, come home, come home
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| this house i’ve been here before
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| but theres no answer when i knock
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| just wind, no sound anymore
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| my key wont fit into the lock
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| old ruins, empty
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| fireplace, empty
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| cold walls, cold rooms, empty, empty
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| why did i come here on my way home
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| inside a voice calls me, «sonny»
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| the tables set, the waters warm
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| come home, come home, i hear you, i hear you
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| but i can’t come home |