| I’m counting on a memory to get me out of here
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| I’m waiting for the fog around this spooky little town to clear
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| All this time I’ve spent being someone else’s friend
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| Just one more time, for old time’s sake I’d like to go back home again
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| The world had seven wonders once upon a time
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| It’s sure enough the favored nations aided their decline
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| And all around me I’ve seen times like it was back when
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| But like back then, I’d say amen if I could get back home again
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| If I could go back home, if I could go back home
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| If I’d never left, I’d never have known
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| We all dream of leaving, but wind up in the end
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| Spending all our time trying to get back home again
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| Could have been a jailbreak and the spotlight hitting me
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| Or was I just some nightclub singer, back in 1963
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| In the old part of Valencia, on the coast of Spain
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| Never tiring once of hearing songs about going home again
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| If I could go back home, if I could go back home
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| If I’d never left, I’d never have known
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| We all dream of leaving, but wind up in the end
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| Spending all our time trying to get back home again |