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Back Home

Sunday meal fills the air, the family’s all there
But now empty chairs wait for you here
You never thought they would mean so much
Until the day you couldn’t feel their touch

It’s so hard to go on
When all your bridges are gone
Now you’d give anything
Everything you own to get back home

Your old room is a shell of old papered walls
You sit on the floor, no soul left at all
Nothing is here but your memories 
And the best of those bring you to your knees

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Every now and again you reach for some
Part of your past, before you went numb
Think of the day you drove off  back then
Watched in the rear view mirror until the bend

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Everything you own to get back home