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    Somedays the most that you hoped you do
    Is step in your leather shoes
    And make your way around the block
    Days that tired mother of ours
    And living has made her sad
    How she wishes she could stop the clock

    And so, I'm told, I wear, I'm worn
    Come clean, come clean, come near, come home
    Come home

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    You always come home to those empty rooms
    And wonder what's left to lose
    Folding sheets cause you can never stop
    Days that tired mother of ours
    And living has made her sad
    How she wishes she could stop the clock

    And so, I'm told, I wear, I'm worn
    Come clean, come clean, come near, come home
    Come home

    And so, I'm told, I wear, and I'm worn
    Come clean, come clean, come near, come home
    Come home

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    Composition: Dan Koch and Nate Henry

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