| I ain’t never going home
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| 'Cause I’m having a good time
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| I ain’t never going home
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| 'Cause my time is come
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| I’ll wait for the winter
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| To lie at my door
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| White stretches out before me
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| Leads me to the hall
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| White circles play within my mind
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| Ices over and freezes life
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| Time will come, time will come, time will fall
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| Bringing the world to its feet
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| Bringing the world to its feet
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| I ain’t never turning back
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| 'Cause I’ve come this far
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| And I’m lost within my tracks
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| I will follow the north star
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| I’ll wait till the springtime
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| Is breathing at my door
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| The wilderness before me
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| Heeds the lions roar
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| White circles play within my mind
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| Ices over and freezes life
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| Time will come, time will come, time will fall
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| Bringing the world to its feet
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| Bringing the world to her hands and her knees
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| I’ll wait till the winter
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| Is lying at my door
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| Time stretches out before me
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| A stone’s throw from the door
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| White circles play within my mind
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| Ices over and freezes life
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| Time will come, time will come, time will fall
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| Bringing the world to its feet
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| Bringing the world to her hands and her feet
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| Bringing the world to its feet |