homecoming.
Homecoming Coming my way wayward walking each day daytime wondering why you weren't the one for me me being the Abel to your Cain phone calling calling my name Coming back home like Spider-Man and Mary Jane And Harry is feeling like a Harry-Cane Aint no story like Superman and Lois Lane Wondering if you keen to me Kicking you of a balcony like Robbie Keane Not funny like Mr Bean or the Bee Movie, Phone buzzing, your calling me like im the friendly neighborhood mystery so leave me be you aint a cent to me Cause of Homecoming I'm blessed by the way that you treated me Aint running away from dreams days i spent switching pace instead of dreaming in one place im now making songa about gods good grace Im the next to win this race to outer space United States be wondering whos this kid from second base take him back to second grade i wont lose my pace wont be misplaced wont say i missed her come in even faster then a tounge twister you ready for the one who is the mister im sorry that i was with your sister Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers Shelly selled seashells by the seashore rubber baby buggy bumpers I ain't even gotta do anymore
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Homecoming Coming my way wayward walking each day daytime wondering why you weren't the one for me me being the Abel to your Cain phone calling calling my name Coming back home like Spider-Man and Mary Jane And Harry is feeling like a Harry-Cane Aint no story like Superman and Lois Lane Wondering if you keen to me Kicking you of a balcony like Robbie Keane Not funny like Mr Bean or the Bee Movie, Phone buzzing, your calling me like im the friendly neighborhood mystery so leave me be you aint a cent to me Cause of Homecoming I'm blessed by the way that you treated me Aint running away from dreams days i spent switching pace instead of dreaming in one place im now making songa about gods good grace Im the next to win this race to outer space United States be wondering whos this kid from second base take him back to second grade i wont lose my pace wont be misplaced wont say i missed her come in even faster then a tounge twister you ready for the one who is the mister im sorry that i was with your sister Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers Shelly selled seashells by the seashore rubber baby buggy bumpers I ain't even gotta do anymore
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