| It was the summer of my discontent
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| It was the ball of a lifetime
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| It was the winter of my absence
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| Waiting on the springtime
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| Well, there was dark sackcloth and ashes
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| For a couple-a years
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| I took my licks and my hundred lashes
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| I cried a bundle of tears
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| Well, that distant shore’s forever out of reach
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| Before you know it, you’re washed up on the beach
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| And yet, you’re welcome back
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| It was a pretty dark day
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| And now the sun is shining, welcome back
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| I’ll just zoom on my way
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| Well, I was bent, but I was not broken
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| I was sinking, but I could not drown
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| I was reeling, but I was still hoping
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| I could be lost and found
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| Well, I was temporarily disconnected
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| In my state of disrepair
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| Disoriented and dejected
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| I had to climb out of there
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| Well, that distant shore’s forever out of reach
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| Before you know it, you’re washed up on the beach
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| And then, you’re welcome back
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| It was a pretty dark day
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| And now the sun is shining, welcome back
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| I’ll just zoom on my way
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| Move on landward, bound
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| 'Til you land on solid ground
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| INSTRUMENTAL
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| Welcome back
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| It was a pretty dark day
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| And now the sun is shining, welcome back
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| I’ll just zoom on my way
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| Now everybody sing, 'Welcome back'
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| It was a pretty dark day
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| Hard times in Babylon, welcome back
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| I’ll just zoom on my way
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| Welcome back
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| Welcome back
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| Welcome back
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| Welcome back |