| If I woke up one morning with my memory gone
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| I’d pick out some clothes and I’d put them on
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| Then I’d walk down the street and find a cafe
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| And I’d order a Guiness and I’d sit there all day
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| Then some kids would come in and start a fuss
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| About how great their weekend in New Orleans was
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| I’d look down and smile like their tale was my own
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| I’d be drowning in memory, and then I would know
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| How it used to be in summer, so many years ago
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| When we really didn’t worry, or care to know
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| Where we would be, or how old we had grown
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| Then I’d open my eyes and I know I was
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| Home
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| Where my friends are
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| Even when I’m not
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| I wish you were here
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| Then it would rain, like it sometimes does
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| And if we were bored it wouldn’t bother us
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| We’d just get in the car and drive through the night
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| And get lost in East Texas, but no one would mind
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| 'Cause we’d find our way home like we always do
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| Funny how the time flies in our youth
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| But with darkness approaching, we will all grow close
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| In that place we call heaven but for now, we’ll just call it
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| Home
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| Where my friends are
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| Even when I’m not
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| I wish you were here
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| I’ll see you at home |