If I woke up one morning with my memory gone,
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I'd pick out some clothes and I'd put them on,
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And walk down the street, and find a cafe,
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I'd order a Guinness, and I'd sit there all day.
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Then some kids would come in and start a fuss
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About how great their weekend in New Orleans was
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Then I'd look down and smile, like their tale was my own,
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I'd be drowning in memories and then I would know...
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How it used to be in Summers many years ago
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When we really didn't worry nor care to know
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Where we would be or how old we had grown
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And I'd open my eyes, and I'd know I was home,
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Where my friends are, even when I'm not.
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I wish you were here.
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And then it would rain, like it sometimes does,
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If we were bored that wouldn't bother us.
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We'd just get in the car and drive though the night,
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And get lost in East Texas, but no oner would mind
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Because we'd find our way home, like we always do.
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Funny how the time flies in our youth,
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But with darkness approaching, we'll all grow close
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In the place we'll call heaven
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But for now, we'll just call it home
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Where my friends are, even when I'm not.
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I wish you were here.
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I'll see you-- at home.
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Home
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