| When you left this town, with your windows down
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| And the wilderness inside
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| Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass
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| 'Til the road and sky align
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| The strangers in this town
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| They raise you up just to cut you down
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| Oh, Angela, it’s a long time coming
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| And your Volvo lights lit up green and white
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| With the cities on the signs
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| But you held your course to some distant war
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| In the corners of your mind
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| From the second time around
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| The only love I ever found
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| Oh Angela it’s a long time coming
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| Home at last
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| Were you safe and warm in your coat of arms
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| With your fingers in a fist
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| Did you hear the notes, all those static codes
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| In the radio abyss?
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| Strangers in this town
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| They raise you up just to cut you down
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| Oh Angela it’s a long time coming
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| Oh Angela spent your whole life running away
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| Home at last
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| Home at last
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| Vacancy, hotel room, lost in me, lost in you
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| Angela, on my knee, I belong, I believe
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| Home at last
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| Home at last
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| Home at last
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| Home at last
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| Home at last
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| (Uuu uuu uu uu uu, uuu uuu uu uu u)
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| (Uuu uuu uu uu uu, uuu uuu uu uu u) |