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When I’m underground, and no place to be found
you’ll find another way, around the bend, and I’ll carry on
cuz there’s no place like home, and I’ll supply the end
weather’s changing climate’s fading feeling left behind,
come around, if lost or found, I’m coming home, I’m coming home
And if I find my way back home, will you catch me when I fall?
And when I’ve seen too many days, will you catch me when I fall?
weather’s changing climates fading feeling left behind, when I’m
losing touch and lots of ground, you’ll come around, lost or found,
I’m coming home, I’m coming...