| stickin' on the back of my mind,
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| a strange inclination growing on me
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| for I been so long trapped in a tin can working my way through guitar places
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| so many faces I don’t even know the names of
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| Just like a wild bird, I’m coming home to you darling
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| Just like a wild bird, I’m coming home
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| I’ve got to turn my head around,
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| and shake the dust off this old town
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| just like a wild bird I’m coming home
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| God knows I been on the road too long
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| watching the miles roll up some other town
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| through faded jeans and down home scenes
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| I’ve had my fun, I needed a sun vacation
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| Just like a wild bird, I’m coming home to you darling
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| Just like a wild bird, I’m coming home
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| I’ve got to turn my head around,
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| and shake the dust off this old town
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| just like a wild bird I’m coming home
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| Over my shoulder down the past five years,
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| I see the faces of old friends, I reach out and hold them near
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| I wonder how it was I couldn’t bend down and lend an ear to you a stranger
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| get-ins, sit-ins, pull-outs and pull-ins and sour coffee in the early mornin'
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| drive-ins, well
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| it don’t take much to realize, that you’re only so much money in the big mans
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| eyes
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| and for every singin' mother’s son, I figure the chances are about ten thousand
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| to one, of ever makin' it
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| now I used to believe that to be a star, you laid a much better song on a good
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| guitar and
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| before you could say, Hey Presto here I am well there you are, an overnight
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| sensation
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| So baby I’m coming home (I'm comin, I’m comin on home)
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| Yes baby I’m coming home (I'm comin, I’m comin on home)
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| Oh baby I’m coming home (I'm comin, I’m comin on home)
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| To you I’m coming home (I'm comin, I’m comin on home)
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| Just like a wild bird, (Just like wild bird, just like a wild bird,
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| like a wild bird, a wild bird)
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| sometimes I sail above the crystal morning,
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| see the world through a Perspex window
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| I’ve drunk the wine in the highest places,
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| and spread my soul in desert spaces,
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| but all the time with one eye on the clock I knew in my heart of hearts I was
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| runnin' on a time fuse
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| I met a man he said «boy you sound fine, just pin your name on the dotted line»
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| I think you’ll find half of what you make is not your own
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| you blink an eye and the other half will soon be gone
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| you sign it all with such good intent and by the time you’ve paid the devil his
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| ten percent
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| there might be just enough left over, to feed the wife and kids and pay the
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| rent if you don’t weaken
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| So baby I’m coming home (I'm comin, I’m comin on home)
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| Yes baby I’m coming home (I'm comin, I’m comin on home)
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| Oh baby I’m coming home (I'm comin, I’m comin on home)
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| To you I’m coming home (I'm comin, I’m comin on home)
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| I’m like a wild bird, I’m coming home to you darling
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| Just like a wild bird, I’m coming home
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| I’ve got to turn my head around, and shake the dust off this old town
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| just like a wild bird I’m coming home |