Well I once heard a story about a run-down home
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Where a man and his thoughts lived all alone
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He tried to live, no effort was shown
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He's slowly finding a way back home
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He had a family with smiles and frowns
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They never could solve his way to be down
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Cos he's one dog who don't want a bone
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He's slowly finding a way back home
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He had a nice house with windows and doors
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He said to his wife what's mine is yours
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But the seeds of deception are soon to be sown
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He's slowly finding a way back home
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His children have left but the rooms are still there
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His misses the noise and the scents in their hair
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But far from the nest the babies have flown
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He's slowly finding a way back home
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His wife was an angel sent from above
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He never returned her kisses or love
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But soon he'd found that she'd overgrown
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This man who's finding a way back home
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So the leaves are all dead in this broken man's June
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The rain will still fall on the sunny afternoon
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He stares at the floor, no more to roam
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He's slowly finding a way back home
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Well I once heard a story about a run-down home
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Where a man with regrets lived all alone
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He tried to live, no effort was shown
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He'll never find a way back home
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Way Home
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Ed Sheeran |