| Two years and the walls are going under
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| No time for the doors that always close
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| And then he sent a letter to his mother
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| And she closed her eyes and said «He's coming home»
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| Hey ma, I’ve got something to tell ya
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| And all these faces they don’t really care
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| I told them I was different but they called me names
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| So I said
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| This time I’m coming home forever
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| You’ll never say goodbye again
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| And this time I’m coming home forever
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| You’ll never be alone again
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| Ten months on the streets of Argentina
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| Soft hair but the house is made of stone
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| And she talks like she knows he’ll find another
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| ‘Till the day he left that message on her phone
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| Hey girl, I’ve got something to tell ya
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| I’m really wishing you were here
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| I guess you’d call it living but it’s just not the same
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| So I said
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| This time I’m coming home forever
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| You’ll never say goodbye again
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| Cause this time I’m coming home forever
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| You’ll never be alone again
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| Five days on the border of Noumea
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| Bare feet and a castle made of sand
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| I gave all my money to a friend I never saw again (comeback you asshole!)
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| So I said
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| This time I’m coming home forever
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| You’ll never say goodbye again
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| Cause this time I’m coming home forever
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| You’ll never be alone again
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| And this time I’m coming home forever
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| You’ll never say goodbye again
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| Cause this time I’m coming home forever
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| You’ll never be alone again
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| You’ll never be alone again |