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Dying to Come Back
Dying to come back
Dying to come back
Yesterday, no one came to say goodbye
The train left, no one waved their handkerchief
In the window, I see him a little sad
He thought you would eventually show up
He's leaving, leaving you with your people
He never felt like he belonged to your world
Living your life written in the present
He looks at his future without a script
He won't be a great father or a good son
He won't come first in the race
But he will know how to write in his little books
The most beautiful letter on earth
His name won't be read in the newspapers
Fame will never come to see him
But in the early morning on the rooftops
It will be his silenced voice that echoes
To sing to you, who didn't come
To say goodbye that day on the platform
And in reality, he never wanted to leave
And now he's dying to come back
Dying to come back
Dying to come back
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