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As I drive the same old road a long way seems...to end.
I´ve been far away for an oh so long time.
And the mem´ries of childhood dreams arrive with me again.
And the silhouette of the old bridge in the sun...
Now I´m here for all these things to see.
And I get a feeling it would be to much for me.
´time I went away I felt so free...
But now I know there´s no nicer place to be.
Refr.: And now I´m coming home,coming home, coming home again. I breathe the air that I missed for so long.
The stars up in the sky are still the same.
I try to recall I forgot somebody´s name.
I see me walking down that way where the river flows and willows are always green...
...the time of the first love (You know what I mean).
I remember all friends but I can´t remind the enemies of mine.
And I see so well known faces after all this time.
/: And now I´coming home...
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