Won't Be Coming Home

He is reaching up for climbing
 Ropes hanging down below
 I see the children smiling
 No need to let it show
 I know
 I won't be coming home
 No more
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 The streets and sidewalk borders
 Stretch out beyond the scenes
 The sweet and dark emotions
 Everyday hopes and dreams
 My God, I know who's waiting
 Beneath the bedroom floor
 Her eyes anticipating
 Our each and every move
 I know
 I won't be coming home
 No more
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 All I ever wanted
 
 Was to turn from my side
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 All I ever wanted
 
 Was to turn from my side
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 The rake is scratching harder
 The half-drawn window shade
 Like any empty memory
 The colors seem to fade
 My God, I know who's waiting
 Beneath the bedroom floor
 Remember summer showers
 Outside the cabin walls
 I know
 I won't be coming home
 No more