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He's going home. Looks like the sky is burning, his head is turning At least he's on his way. He will be there before morning, much explaining, without warning. He passes the blue lights, relieved they let him go Why he never got home that night no one will know There was this song we used to sing. It used to make him happy, oh it always ended happy. Why can't life just be a song? Where everyone is in love and the rest is a story untold. He passes the blue lights, |