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Lyrics for 'The Day I Get Home' by 'Squeeze'
(difford/tilbrook)
When This Young Man Comes Rolling Home
The Lamp Posts Move And In The Road
I Sing And Dance In Falling Rain
It's Good To Be Back Home Again
The Roads Of Air That Map The Globe
Take Me Away To Places New
I'm Lucky I Can Get Around
I'm Taking Off And Touching Down
When I Get Home It's Much The Same
The Tax Returns Return Again
The News Is On It Isn't Good
I See The Trees But Not The Wood
The Road Stretches Out As Far As I Can See
And I Eat The Lines Ahead Of Me
It's Experience
As The Days Unfold
But There's Nothing Quite Like
The Day I Get Home
When This Young Man Comes Rolling Home
The Cheese On Toast Is In The Grill
Memories Are Filed Away
I Come And Go, It's Fun That Way
The Roads Of Air That Map The Globe
Go East And West And North And South
I Like To Look And See The Sights
I Stay Up Late And Hit The Heights
When I Return Things Haven't Changed
Neither Have I, I Like To Think
The World's An Oyster On A Plate
I Get Around And Get Up Late
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