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So you're a lover! Yeah, I was that once,
There was no height too high for me to fly;
But the years can't wait to mass together,
They build you up and break you down,
And leave you wonderin' why.
Boy, go on back home,
You know your flat feet were never meant to roam;
What kinda world d'ya think you're livin' in?
You may never get the chance to start your life again.
Boy, go on back home,
You know things ain't been right since you set out alone,
Get your things together, get out boy, move along.
So you're a loser! Yeah, I know that tune,
A lonely seabird sang it by the shore;
You watched her go,
What did she leave you?
An empty achin' feeling when she walked out of your door.
Boy, go on back home,
You know your flat feet were never meant to roam;
What kinda world d'ya think you're livin' in?
You may never get the chance to start your life again.
Boy, go on back home,
You know things ain't been right since you set out alone,
Get your things together, get out boy, move along.
But you're a dreamer! You'll not give up,
After every falling star your wishes fly;
You'd better stop and think it over:
What does it cost each time you chase those rainbows in the sky?
Boy, go on back home,
You know your flat feet were never meant to roam;
What kinda world d'ya think you're livin' in?
You may never get the chance to start your life again.
Boy, go on back home,
You know things ain't been right since you set out alone,
Get your things together, get out boy, move along.
Boy, go on back home,
You know your flat feet were never meant to roam;
What kinda world d'ya think you're livin' in?
You may never get the chance to start your life again.
Boy, go on back home,
You know things ain't been right since you set out alone,
Get your things together, get out boy, move along.
Get your things together, get out boy, move along.
