(Roberts / Bayer-Sager)
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I'm not as crazy as I used to be
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Some of my devils upped and left me free
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To find a quiet space
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I'm not as out of place
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I'm not as lonely as I was before
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I don't go in 'less there's an open door to leave by
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I'm starting to believe my own existence has a right to be
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And I'm comin' home again
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It's been too long a time
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Gettin' back what's mine
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And I can't remember why I went away
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But it's lookin' now like maybe I can stay
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The poets cried for dreams they never saw
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The only certainty is nothin's sure
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And most things stay the same
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Or go back where they came
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And though my answers still are undefined
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By takin' chances I can start to find some reasons
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Somethin' to believe in
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I can make it through
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I can make it through
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And I'm comin' home again
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It's been too long a time
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Gettin' back what's mine
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And I can't remember why I went away
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But it's lookin' now like maybe I can stay
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Oh, and I'm comin' home again
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It's been too long a time
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Gettin' back what's mine
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And I can't remember why I went away
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But it's lookin' now like maybe I can stay
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I'm Coming Home Again
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| Dusty Springfield |
