Coming home after a long, long walk
Coming home after a dozen of walks
Coming home after a long, long war
Coming home after a dozen of wars
We are out of wind
We have pock-marked chin
We have lots of water
We turn the other cheek and we win
One thousand stories and soon there's more
We've been offered one more lap to go
In my hand I hold a key
It's dear to me 'cause I know where it leads
We are out of wind
We have pock-marked chin
We have all this water
We turn the other cheek with a grin
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