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I come home so Late
Why is this in my Fate?

I want to be Near
But my Work is my Fear.

I get on the Train
And walk in the Rain

An hour and a Half
Some think that's a Laugh

Three hours every day
What can I say?

Sometimes three becomes four
And she waits, the one I adore.

I want to be there
I know its not Fair

What can I do
To stop feeling Blue?

I am so tired
When I should be Wired

I come home to see
My dear sweet Melody

We only have one hour to spend
Before I get a call from a Friend

And still she waits...
Even if I am very Late
Why is this in my Fate?

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