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Midnight with my arm slung around my arm
Off the subway in lower Allston
Home
Will they except me back home?
Even tough I’ve been gone for so long
Will they accept me back home?
Heading up the stairs to Charlie’s
On a Saturday night
See all the boys, they saying
«Hell man, ain’t you a good sight»
No other questions, no disappointed eyes
No reason to not feel right
Take a seat at the bar, order a shot and a beer
Sure is nice to be home with friends that are dear
Home, I’m finally home