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Grandma' welcome home... You have
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been gone for far too long
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Is this a dream, are You really back?
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Let me help You out of the chair...
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Grandma'
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Let me touch You, let me feel... Ahhh
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Grandma' take a look
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What do You think of the house and
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the silvery moon?
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We are going to repaint the front door
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soon
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Let me help You out of the chair...
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Grandma'
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Let me touch You, let me feel... Ahhh
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Wait till You see Your room up in the
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attic
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Prepared just like You said, without a
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bed
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You will find Your rocking chair and
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the tea pot that Missy found
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Let me help You out of the chair...
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Grandma'
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There is someone waiting for You,
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now come along
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Missy and Mother, they are dying to
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meet You
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How strange... she's spoken no word...
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I wonder Grandma'! Are You all right?
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Grandma' what was it like to be on
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that holiday site
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"Oh it could have been worse but
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with "THEM" by my side
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In the twilight "THEY" sang all the old
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lullabies"
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Grandma' who are "THEY"... "never
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mind You dirty little brat"
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"Let us go inside, something's on
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"THEIR" mind
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"THEY" are still alive, can You feel
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"THEIR" eyes
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Can You feel "THEIR" eyes?
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Now that You are stuck with me You
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better be my friend.
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WELCOME HOME
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| King Diamond |
