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Come Back Home
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by Lisa Loeb
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Come back home where the three orange suns
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they set in the bottom of the globe yeah now.
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Come back home where the three purple moons
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they set in the bottom of the water yeah now.
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You know that I've been there, and
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I think you should beware; that
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you know they all had faces too,
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like me.
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Now Hadrian's wall, will not return,
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it's crumbled to the land of nowhere;
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no one sees it, no one hears it anymore.
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And it scrapes my hands across the pavement,
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just to think about it,
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like the world around you does.
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And you put on your crown, and your emeralds, and your rubies,
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and you but on your crown.
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Yeah, you put on your crown, and your emeralds and your rubies
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but you can't run away like Dorothy and her dog.
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Put on your crown, and your emeralds, and your rubies,
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and you put on your crown.
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Yeah, you put on your crown, and your emeralds and your rubies
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but you can't run away just to come back.
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Come back.
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Come back home
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where the blue lights glow, and
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the red ones glow 'til tomorrow yeah now.
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Come back home
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where the three purple moons
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they set in the bottom of the water yeah now.
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You know that I've been there, and
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I think you should beware; that
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you know they all had faces too,
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like me.
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When the wrinkles in your wrist are yelling,
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"It won't hurt a bit!"
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but you know it will,
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cause tears and excuses wipe you off your feet
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yeah tears and excuses wipe you off your feet
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like the world around you does.
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And it wipes you off your feet, like the world around you does.
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And it scrapes you hands across the pavement,
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like the world around you does.
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And you wish the world would,
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yeah you wish the world would change.
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And you wish the world would,
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yeah you wish the world would change.
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Change.
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Change.
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Now Hadrian's wall, will not return,
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it's crumbled to the land of nowhere;
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no one sees it, no one hears it anymore.
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And it scrapes my hands across the pavement,
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just to think about it,
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like the world around you does.
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And you put on your crown, and your emeralds, and your rubies,
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and you but on your crown.
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Yeah, you put on your crown, and your emeralds and your rubies
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but you can't run away like Dorothy and her dog.
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Put on your crown, and your emeralds, and your rubies,
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put on your crown.
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And you put on your crown, and your emeralds and your rubies
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but you can't run away just to come back.
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Come back.
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Come back.
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Lisa Loeb, 1992 Furious Rose Music - BMI
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http://www.icsi.net/~fanman/loeb.html
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Come Back Home
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| Lias Loeb |
