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There's a mad little kid at the top of the stairs
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And his eyes, they gather no lies
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Well, his mom and his dad, they're too high to care
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And his cries drift off in the night
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And I been that kid, yes it's true
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And I been both of those parents too
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I'm ashamed when I lost my way
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But I'd do anything just to come home to you
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The twilight captures the sorrow of time
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In between the life and the lived
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I press on through the darkness so thoroughly blind
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To a lie a new morning gives
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And it sparkles like all new tomorrows
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I ____ my last yesterday
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Tasted sweet joys and bittersweet sorrows
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And I'd do anything just to come home to you
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There's a meanness inside of me
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Lord, it shivers my bones
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That's the thing about mercy I guess
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There's no man so wicked that he cannot come home
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Nor so good that he passes each test
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As the fires of memories burn
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The grace of your love returns
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To this most traveled all of highways
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Where I'd do anything just to come home to you
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Yeah, I'd do anything just to come home to you
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Come Home to You
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| John Hiatt |
