You're a law unto yourself
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And we don't suffer dreamers
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But neither should you walk the earth alone
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So with finger rolls and folding chairs
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And a volley of streamers
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We can be there for tweaks and repairs
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Should you come back home
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We got open arms for broken hearts
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Like yours my boy, come home again
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Tables are for pounding here
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And when we've got you surrounded
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The man you are will know the boy you were
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And you're not the man who fell to earth
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You're the man of La Mancha
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And we've love enough to light the street
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'Cause everybody's here
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We got open arms for broken hearts
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Like yours my boy, come home again
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We got open arms for broken hearts
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Like yours my boy, come home again
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Everyone's here
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Everyone's here
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The moon is out looking for trouble
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And everyone's here
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Everyone's here
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Everyone's here
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The moon wants a scrap or a cuddle
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And everyone's here
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We got open arms for broken hearts
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Like yours my boy, come home again
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We got open arms for broken hearts
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Like yours my boy, come home again
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Everyone's here
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Everyone's here
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Everyone's here
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Come home again
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The moon is out looking for trouble
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The moon wants a scrap or a cuddle
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The moon is face down in a puddle
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And everyone's here
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Open Arms
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