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HOMECOMING

CLIMBED A CLOUD STOLE THE MOON

DROP ME A LINE

TO ARRIVE WITH NO AGENDA

FOR YOUR SAKE

STRAIGHT DOWN THE RUNWAY

THAT’S THE TICKET

LUMP IN MY THROAT

TOWARDS THE BOTTOM OF THE TOP

HEADING AWAY FROM THE ENDLESS MIDDLE

ACES UP YOUR SLEEVE

KEEP MY NAME OUT YOUR MOUTH

I HAD A DREAM AND YOU WERE IN IT

FROM THE FIRST DROP OF WATER

AND THE DOORMAN SAYS

YOU NEED TO GET A WRISTBAND