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I've seen his face before And I wonder what it means Three lonely figures standing at my door And one he spoke to me With a letter from my home And a fever in his eyes A chill went through my bones And I bid my host goodbye You gotta get us home right now There's no comfort in the cradle where we sleep It's a land of dark and wide It won't let us survive for free I made my way on trains, Through the brick and the lanes Where the burnt wrecks lay dead on the plains And it leaves your heart the same But it must be in disguise If in this distance is my prize Out here sometimes it can play A cruel trick on the mind You gotta get us home right now There's no comfort in the cradle where we sleep It's a land of dark and wide It won't let us survive for free [x3] You gotta get us home You gotta lay it in stone It's a land of dark and wide It won't let us survive for free You gotta get us home |