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Welcome home my son, it's been so very long,I know that you're here to surrender.The disappointing days I suffered at your agewere more than I care to remember.Before you throw the towel and turn your engines out,don't expect to spit all that you tasted from your mouthAfter all you've seen, the most you'll hope to beis pretending to be a pretender.The years that I been through, I met a gentle fewwho say that they love and they mean it.The others that I met, they're decent folks I guess,but all that they love is achievement.Their swagger and their dress, the trappings of success,the butter and the milk of what it takes to get ahead.Any given night, you'll catch them dead to rightspainting their name on the ceiling.Remember in the end that many of your friendswould rather be dead than uncertain.They want a simple yes, or even better yet,a promise the next life is perfect.I promise that it's not, but then what have they got?Letras de cancionesOnly fifty years, they never gave a moment's thought.Anyone they find who tells them otherwise,they'll follow him backwards and shirtless.Welcome home my son, it's been so very long,I know that you're here to surrender. From Letras Mania