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Almost homeÂ
When I missed the bottom stairÂ
You were braiding your gray hairÂ
It had grown so longÂ
Since I'd been goneÂ
And the perfect girls,Â
By the pool, they would protestÂ
The cross around their necks,Â
But our sons were overseas,Â
And we all know 'bout the hive and the honey bees.Â
Almost homeÂ
With an olive branch and a doveÂ
You were beating on a Persian rugÂ
With your bible and your wedding bandÂ
Both hidden on the TV standÂ
And the cruel wind blewÂ
Every city father fellÂ
Off the county carouselÂ
While the dogs were eating snowÂ
All our sons had sunk in a trunkÂ
Of Noah's clothes
Almost home,Â
We got lost on our new street,Â
And your grieving girls all died in their sleep,Â
So the dogs all went unfed,Â
A great dream of bones all piled on a bedÂ
And the cops couldn't care,Â
When that crackhead built a boatÂ
And said, "Please, before I go,Â
May our only honored bondÂ
Be the kinship of the kids and the riot squad"
HATA BİLDİR
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