| I’m coming back, my friends
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| From the deep and bitter end
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| Where I was so concerned
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| We would be the ones who burned
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| The more scared the safer
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| The more grateful for the grapejuice
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| And the wafer
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| And I sound done
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| And I feel done
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| But I’m not done
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| Unless you’d give up on a lost son
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| And I need to hear Him say
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| «You and your friends can come in
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| Your thoughts and that girl can come in
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| Your parents and brothers are here
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| I let them In
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| Who told you I wouldn’t let you all in?
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| You are my children.»
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| Heaven shine through those stars
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| The city lights and the nearest bar
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| Where I’ll be with my friends
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| Hiding from the bitter end
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| The armor and the weapons
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| Were a strange way
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| To show them my affection
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| And I sound done
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| And I feel done
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| But I’m not done
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| Unless you’d give up on a lost son |