I thought I'd give it up for good,
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'cause none of my actions are understood.
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I thought I'd really leave,
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and my coming back's something you'd never perceive.
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I thought I'd make it;
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Yes, I really thought I'd make it,
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but then you smiled, you didn't rile me,
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now I'm running back
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running, running back.
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I saw a vision of a love long deceased
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and a chilly wind coming from East.
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I know I can say I did my best,
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but there were no more warm winds from the West.
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Still I thought I'd make it;
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Yes, I really thought I'd make it,
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but then you smiled, you didn't rile me,
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now I'm running back
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running, running back.
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I thought you'd never be missed,
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and I really believed we'd never share another kiss.
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And I thought for the last time I'd touched your hand,
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but your love draws me back like quicksand.
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Still I thought I'd make it;
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Yes, I really thought I'd make it,
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but then you smiled, you didn't rile me,
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now I'm running back
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running, running back.
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And now I'm coming yes home.
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I'm coming home
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Running Back
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| Van Der Graaf Generator |
