| There’s a mad little kid at the top of the stair
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| And his eyes, they gather no lie
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| Well, his mom and his dad, they’re too high to care
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| And his cries drift off in the night
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| And I’ve been that kid, yeah it’s true
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| And I’ve been both of those parents too
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| I’m ashamed when I lost my way
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| But I’d do anything just to come home to you
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| The twilight captures the sorrow of time
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| In between the life and the lived
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| I press on through the darkness so thoroughly blind
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| To a lie a new morning gives
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| And it sparkles like each new tomorrow
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| I crank up my last yesterday
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| Tasted sweet joy and bittersweet sorrow
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| And I’d do anything just to come home to you
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| There’s a meanness inside and it shivers my bones
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| That’s the thing about mercy I guess
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| There’s no man so wicked he cannot come home
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| Nor so good he passes each test
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| As the fire of memories burn me
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| The grace of your love returns me
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| To this most traveled of highways
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| Where I’d do anything just to come home to you
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| I would do anything just to come home to you |