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Mad dog is walking homeDrunk out of his hands.His feet: a rhythym he can hum alongHis face: a map of the landDon't bother flipping that songHe knows his way and leaves to his roadsTries to hammer out his favorite songThe only way of leaving: his bones[Chorus]Please come by meBut now, they're coming backRaised by the Ra-di-oNow, they're coming all the way backGot a camera with a flashboatShe pulls it out when everyone's highIf you're flipping through a chronochromeIt seems like he was always good timesKnocked up, pouring shots at the daily pintShe's alone, she's surroundedSlides an extra one to mad dogKnows his story, it's a sad oneLetras de canciones[Chorus]Please come by meBut now, they're coming backRaised by the Ra-di-oNow, they're coming all the way backPeople rise and people peak and people winding downPeople see you they won't leave they've got you figured outWhen you're golden when you're creaking with your tired eyesWhen you see the life worth leaving something behindHe's got an old-timey radioHe's always looking down on high fivesWants a fedora and a wide lapelWishes he was alive when they were in styleBarely old enough to hit the bars,But the kids looking confident.Sarah blinds him for a photograph,Says it's a window for us to look back.Please come by meBut now, they're coming backRaised by the Ra-di-oNow, they're coming backPlease come by meBut now, they're coming backRaised by the Ra-di-oNow, they're coming all the way back From Letras Mania