| And when it’s finally over
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| Won’t you try coming home?
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| When I was a young man
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| And anything was possible
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| I dreamed of things and ways and
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| Means and talked about a way for us to go
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| And I was young and so in love
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| And thought that I was so invincible
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| Back then I dreamed, it seemed
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| That anything was possible
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| And when it’s finally over
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| Won’t you try coming home?
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| When you were born it was
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| A different world so long ago
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| And you were raised to tell the truth
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| Or you’d wind up way down below
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| And now there’s nothing left for you
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| To do and nothing left for you to know
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| And you believed that anything was possible
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| And when it’s finally over won’t you try coming home?
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| And when it’s finally over won’t you try coming home?
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| Coming home
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| It’s only time and time will find a way to win
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| Just when you think you’ve found the strength to live again
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| Why don’t you tell me something that I don’t already know?
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| It’s only time and time will try to slow you down
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| Just when you think you’ve got it made and gaining ground
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| Why don’t you tell me something that I don’t already know?
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| Why can’t you see the plan?
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| Why won’t you talk to me?
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| Why don’t you understand?
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| Why do you all refuse to see?
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| And when it’s finally over won’t you try coming home?
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| And when it’s finally over won’t you try coming home? |