| Walking in the shadows of mankind
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| Drinking from the dust in the streets
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| Living through the seasons having thousand reasons
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| Trying to make ends meet
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| Flipping coins and lights in September
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| Dancing with the leaves of July
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| February pavements seem to hold resentments
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| Against me as time’s flying by
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| Gotta get home, gotta get home in December
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| When the lights are shining bright
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| Gotta get back to what I remember
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| And then everything’s alright
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| Tell my mum I’m coming home in December
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| I have seen the Eiffel Tower in Paris
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| I have seen the squares of New York
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| I been sleeping next to towers, singing songs for hours
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| Finding comfort in being a dork
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| Playing with the whales in the ocean
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| Climbing on a mountain with blue eyes
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| And under porches and bridges I’ve learned that all the riches
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| Are waiting for me in disguise
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| Gotta get home, gotta get home in December
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| When the lights are shining bright
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| Gotta get back to what I remember
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| And then everything’s alright
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| Tell my mum I’m coming home in December
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| I want to go back, I need to go back home
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| My friends are waiting for me to come back home
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| And everybody’s there and we have things to share
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| And the family prayer, something is in the wind and I know for sure
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| Deep down in the core, now it’s time to go
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| To my loved ones, I need to go back home
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| Gotta get home, gotta get home in December
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| (Just let me go back home)
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| When the lights are shining bright
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| Gotta get back to what I remember
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| (I want to get back home)
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| And then everything’s alright
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| Tell my mum I’m coming home in December
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| (But just let me go back home home home home)
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| I want to go back home
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| I want to get back home |