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Homecoming

from Trips by Cannonball Statman

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On our way home, we had to cross a border.
On our way home, we drove the old car.
On our way home, we met people
who we had met before.

I'm trying to get back home,
and when I get there, the first thing I wanna do is
take your gun, load it with ammunition, and die,
because you couldn't do it for me.

This is just the way it goes from here,
we know the procedure.
We have to talk.
We never talk.

And you're getting older, and you're getting faster with your gun.
And you're getting faster as you run, and you're getting older.
And we're having too much fun.
We never talk.

I walk too fast. I walk too fast.
I run too slow. I know you're bored.
And you're getting older, and you're getting faster with your gun.
And you're getting faster as you run, and you're getting older.

A man on the subway was saying this into my face.
A man on the subway was saying this into my face,
and I couldn't control myself.
Something had to go down that day.

And we're getting too much sun. And we're getting too much sun.
And we're getting colder, and we've become infested.
Someone is trying to contact me, and if he is able to contact me,
that would be
the end of this walk.

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from Trips, released January 3, 2013

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