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I'm sitting in the railway staition |
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Got a ticket for my destination |
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On a tour of one-night stands my suicase and guitar |
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in hand |
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And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band |
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Homeward Bound |
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I wish I was |
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Homeward Bound |
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Home where my thought's escaping |
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Home where my music's playing |
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Home where my love lies waiting |
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Silently for me |
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Ev'ry day's an endless stream |
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Of cigarettes and magazines |
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And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long |
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to be |
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Homeward Bound |
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I wish I was |
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Homeward Bound |
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Home where my thought's escaping |
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Home where my music's playing |
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Home where my love lies waiting |
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Silently for me |
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Tonight I'll sing my songs again |
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I'll play the game and pretend |
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But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity |
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Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to |
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comfort me |
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Homeward Bound |
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I wish I was |
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Homeward Bound |
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Home where my thought's escaping |
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Home where my music's playing |
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Home where my love lies waiting |
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Silently for me |
