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Well I once heard a story about a run-down home
Where a man and his thoughts lived all alone
He tried to live, no effort was shown
Hes slowly finding a way back home
He had a family with smiles and frowns
They never could solve his way to be down
Cos hes one dog who dont want a bone
Hes slowly finding a way back home
He had a nice house with windows and doors
He said to his wife whats mine is yours
But the seeds of deception are soon to be sown
Hes slowly finding a way back home
His children have left but the rooms are still there
His misses the noise and the scents in their hair
But far from the nest the babies have flown
Hes slowly finding a way back home
His wife was an angel sent from above
He never returned her kisses or love
But soon hed found that shed overgrown
This man whos finding a way back home
So the leaves are all dead in this broken mans June
The rain will still fall on the sunny afternoon
He stares at the floor, no more to roam
Hes slowly finding a way back home
Well I once heard a story about a run-down home
Where a man with regrets lived all alone
He tried to live, no effort was shown
Hell never find a way back home
