| Sittin' in a railway station with my suitcase in my hand
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| Goin' back where I came from, I’ve had more than I can stand
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| Of watchin' men destroy my dreams, they picked my brain till it was clean
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| When I was up they knocked me down
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| I ain’t goin' to hand around, I’m goin' home
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| I’m goin' home, goin' home
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| Tell someone to meet me I’m comin' home
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| Came to this old town seeking fortune and some fame
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| Never got the chance to prove myself, though I tried to play their game
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| But usin' people just ain’t my thing and I won’t dangle from any string
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| To please some fool that don’t care
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| About they turned me inside out, I’m goin' home
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| I’m goin' home, goin' home
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| Tell someone to meet me I’m comin' home
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| Tell someone to meet me I’m comin' home
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| I’m goin' home, goin' home
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| Tell someone to meet me I’m comin' home
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| I’m goin' home, goin' home
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| Tell someone to meet me I’m comin' home
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| I’m goin' home, goin' home
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| Tell someone to meet me I’m comin' home |