When I get home, I'm gunna see my little boy
When I get home, I'm buy him a little toy
When I get home, he's gunna jump for joy
But right now, right now, right now I'm a-roaming
Sunday 4 October 2009
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When I get home, I'm gunna call my mother
When I get home, I'm gunna cook her some dinner
When I get home, I'm gunna invite my brothers
But right now, right now, right now I'm a-roaming
Project 6
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hands coz friends will be friends right till the end
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Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And think of all the great things we would do
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Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way
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Our breath comes out, white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We all could have died then and there...
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