Home From The Forest

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Oh, the neon lights were flashing, and the icy wind
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did blow.
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The water seeped in..to his shoes, and the drizzle
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turned to snow.
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His eyes were red, his hopes were dead and the
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wine was running low..
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and the old man came home..from the forest.

#2.
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His tears fell on the sidewalk as he stumbled in the street.
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A dozen faces stopped to stare but no one stopped to speak.
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For his castle was a hallway and the bottle was his friend..
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and the old man stumbled in..from the forest.

#3.
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Up a dark and dingy staircase, the old man made his way..
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his ragged coat around him as up..on his cot he lay.
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And he wondered how it happened, that he ended up this way..
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getting lost like a fool..in the forest.

#4.
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And as he lay there sleeping, a vision did appear.
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Upon his mantle shining..a face of one so dear..
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who had loved him in the Springtime of a long forgotten year..
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when the wildflowers did bloom..in the forest.

#5.
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She touched his grizzled fingers and she called him by his name.
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And then he heard the joyful sound of children at their games..
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in an old house on a hillside in some forgotten town,
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where the river runs down..from the forest.

#6.
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With a mighty roar the big jets soar above the canyon streets.
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And the con men con but life goes on, for the city never sleeps.
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And for an old forgotten soldier, the dawn will come no more..
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for the old man has come home..from the forest.

OUTRO:
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Yes, the old man has come home..from the forest.