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When Johnny Comes Marching Home
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Take a look out to the east, where the sun will rise
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And think of all the possibility it brings
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And it's that which makes it seem a hope that life dead lies
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With its rationale that enslaves kings
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But now I can't escape the fact that it feel wrong to me
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And though the sun shines all the same I still feel lost
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Because illumination doesn't mean you get to see what matters
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Sometimes you buy the fear and know the cost
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Sometimes you have to buy the fear to know the cost
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And when I come marching home
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When I come marching home
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When Johnny comes marching home again to you
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I swear it'll be the last time
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I close my eyes and I can see a thousand scenes of happy ending
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But I'm relieved to wake up to the darkest sky
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The night feels clear, the course unchanged
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And a lonely wind gives call
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The darkest sky allows the brightest stars to steer your own ship by
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But now I can't escape the fact those dreams feel real to me
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And though before I've laid my siege and faced attack
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In the end, I must admit, I'm just the least bit terrified
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For the first time I look for home and I think of starting back
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For the first time, I think of starting back
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The heart that beats
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Is a heart that grows
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And through torrid gale
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I hold it wheel, because I know
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Where you are
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Is where I'll be
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But it's who you are
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That already gives comfort to me
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And should the dawn ever decide to set me free
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Perhaps in a new way by the light of day
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I could learn to face the sunrise
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But that still remains for you and I to see
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Cause now I'm able to escape that I'm alone in this
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And though before I've always taken it that way
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And though I'm not used to the exercise
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I can offer you my hand
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I might even learn to love the light of day
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I might even learn to love the light of day
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And when I come marching home
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When I come marching home
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When Johnny comes marching home again to you
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I swear it'll be the last time
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Because this time I want to stay
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I won't ever want to go away
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And when I come marching home again to you
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I swear it'll be the last time
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When Johnny Comes Marching Home
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Blues Traveler |