| When I go on tour, my son always tells me
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| Wish he had a normal dad just like all the other 9 to 5's
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| He don’t understand what it is to be in a band
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| In rock 'n' roll land, they don’t understand
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| Before I go on tour
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| He always looks me in the eye
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| Makes me feel real bad, he says
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| Don’t bid me farewell, don’t tell me goodbye
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| Please, be here tomorrow when I wake up
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| Forever together, that’s what we’ll be
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| Forever together, just you and me
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| Stay up late, drinking wine with my friends
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| And spill purple all over my shirt
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| We down to the funny show, sit in front row
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| And try to laugh away the hurt
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| But they don’t understand
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| At the end of the day it’s not funny
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| I miss my family far away
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| Don’t bid me farewell, don’t tell me goodbye
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| Please, be here tomorrow when I wake up
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| Forever together, that’s what we’ll be
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| Forever together, just you and me
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| You wouldn’t know it to look at me
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| But there’s a constant battle raging inside
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| It’s so hard to live these two lives
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| Hello Dr. Jekyll, Hello Mr. Hyde
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| We don’t understand
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| Travel’s said to broaden the mind
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| I’m just losing mine
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| Don’t bid me farewell, don’t tell me goodbye
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| Please, be here tomorrow when I wake up
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| Forever together, that’s what we’ll be
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| Forever together, just you and me |