| January clipped your wires
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| The Summer went straight through your tyres
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| Every faded sign that passed you
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| Used to point the way towards you
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| Lately you’ve come to enjoy
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| The generosity of strangers
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| The mechanisms you employ
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| They may have gone
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| You know that I’m not scared to go home
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| They may have got you known
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| Know that I’m not scared to go home
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| Light aircraft, they overfly you
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| Instruments, they veer towards you
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| Every fallen stone that passed you
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| Used to form a wall around you
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| Baby, you’ve come to rely on
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| The generosity of strangers
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| The mechanisms you employ
|
| They may have gone
|
| You know that I’m not scared to go home
|
| They may have got you known
|
| Know that I’m not scared to go home
|
| January clipped your wires
|
| The Summer went straight through your tyres
|
| Every faded sign that passed you
|
| Used to point the way towards you
|
| Lately you’ve come to enjoy
|
| The generosity of strangers
|
| The mechanisms you employ
|
| They may have gone
|
| You know that I’m not scared to go home
|
| They may have got you known
|
| Know that I’m not scared to go home
|
| To go home
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| To go home
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| To go home |