by Walter Egan and Billy Cioffi
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Whatever happened to the dreams we used to keep
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Those crazy precious moments now so bittersweet
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Once I'd convinced myself I really knew it all
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Way up on my high horse just riding for a fall
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I used to feel so different
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I used to feel immune
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Back to the land of the living, I've been away for awhile
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I couldn't see what was in me, the father or the child
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I'm gonna need some forgiving I'm asking for a new trial
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Back in the land of the living, no denial
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However many roads I wandered down alone
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Somehow I never seemed to find my way back home
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Too many solitary nights surrounded me
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Until I felt so different until I felt in tune
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Chorus
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Now I stand at your door my heart in my throat
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Trying so hard to find the words I never spoke
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I won't fell like I'm home 'til I'm in your arms again
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Chorus
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Land of the Living
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Walter Egan |