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　　Brother there are none but happy sendings

　　for the life you have chosen for your son

　　But it is his path now to pray for no dead endings

　　It is his path alone which he must run

　　And all the people that are waiting in my doorway

　　I cannot turn my fire will go black

　　I’ve waited long enough to know the wrong way

　　I’ve waited long enough and I’m going back

　　Back home back where I call home

　　Back home that’s what I call home

　　The currents that keep this river rolling

　　are the same ones that will hold you till you drown

　　And as you build your bridge to climb up and over,

　　you shed your skin and cringe as you look down

　　But can you bear to see your lover as you’re lowered

　　Will you catch her tears and strip her of her black

　　You can spend your life trying to stay sober

　　but the devil ain’t ashamed to take you back

　　Back home back where he calls home

　　Back home that’s what he calls home

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　　It’s a common wish to want it back but all that he offers is all you lack

　　The only hard part is to make it stop

　　But try as you might something stalls, until you can walk there you will crawl

　　Until that day you will roll

　　You roll

　　Back home back where you call home

　　Back home that’s what you call home

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