I’m, I’m your worst nightmare, I’m in your dreams but you still want me there
And you’ve, you’ve tried to run away, but memories aren’t going anywhere
Well, miss don’t you cry on account of me
For his rod and his staff they comfort me now that I’m home
And he says
Welcome back son, welcome back
Welcome back son, glad your home to stay
And I know this is more like a dream, it seems the luxuries of love have been washed clean
And the stares from their eyes are like a thousand knives, begging to help as you lean down
Well, miss don’t you cry on account of me
For his rod and his staff they comfort me now that I’m home
And he says
Welcome back son, welcome back
Welcome back son, glad your home to stay
Welcome back son, great to see you
We have a lot to catch up on I’d say
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