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When first you came knocking

To my door

Barefoot and smiling

How innocent we were

Love striking two hearts

To start a boy going home

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When first you came knocking

To my door

Barefoot and smiling

How innocent we were

Love striking two hearts

To start a boy goin home

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Cats in the window

In our house on the hill

From all appearances

All was going well

Except for a certain unpaid debt

Of a boy going home

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Lights of the city

Burning busy and bright

Where the eyes of a stranger

Could seem so full of light

Until the dealer flicked the switch

On a boy going home.

Drawn to a fire

I fed from dusk to dawn

Little knowing that what I burned

Was the love I lived on.

Such is the darkness of the road sometimes

For a boy going home

Now I’m doing solitary

There’s not a soul around

It’s a funny prison though

All the walls are blown down

It takes some time for the world to return

To a boy going home

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New moon rising

Eyes growing clear

The feeling that someone I know

Is standing so near

The reflection in the water shows

The boy that came home.