Come home soon oh wandering soul
Here you'll find your ultimate goal
Been waiting now for so many years
But it's meant to be so please no tears
You know that this is worthy and right
Going to fight to keep you with all my might
The future good times will be so great
Such happiness and fun never to abate
Got to stay tight and keep it strong
When it feels this good it can't be wrong
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