| Fate will find a way, for you
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| On golden wings and leaden shoes
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| All the way to the house our father knew
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| And this angry storm of slamming doors
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| And broken glass on hardwood floors
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| Waits for you in the house our father knew
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| Don’t you hear that defeaning roar
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| Again and again in a broken refrain
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| We’re homeward bound, pulled by the sound
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| Of history repeating
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| Green monkey grass and granite stones
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| A bitter heart and frozen bones
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| Pave the way to the house our father knew
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| Every second chance, set me free
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| Has come and gone and left a key
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| Left for you to the house our father knew
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| Don’t you hear that defeaning roar
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| Again and again in a broken refrain
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| We’re homeward bound, pulled by the sound
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| Of history repeating
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| All these rooms
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| Stairways going over
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| Let it be The house our father knew
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| Don’t you hear that defeaning roar
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| Again and again in a broken refrain
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| We’re homeward bound, pulled by the sound
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| Of history repeating
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| Don’t you hear that defeaning roar
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| Again and again in a broken refrain
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| We’re homeward bound, pulled by the sound
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| Of history repeating
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| History repeating
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| History repeating |