She's told you twice
They'll tell you again
Oh, you better come back home
I breathe it in
I breathe it out
The cold and warmth
Voices and mouths
Don't tell me how
To live a life
Though rich in spirit
There's still a lie
From the crib stage
To the grave age
Dry and wet
Become the days
Enough is enough
What's done is done
Trickles of light
Reveal the sun
He's told you once
She's told you twice
They'll tell you again
Oh. you better come back home
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