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If I w[E]oke up one morning with my memory gone
I'd p[F#]ick out some clothes and I'd put them on,
And w[Ab]alk down the street and find a cafe,
I'd o[A]rder a Guiness, and I'd sit there all day
Then some [E]kids would come in and start a fuss
About h[F#]ow great their weekend in New Orleans was
Then I'd lo[Ab]ok down and smile, like their tale was my own

And I'd open my eyes, and I'd know I was home
Where my friends are, even when I'm not.
I wish you were here.
And then it would rain, like it sometimes does,
If we were bored that wouldn't bother us.
We'd just get in the car and drive trhough the night,
And get lost in East Texas, but no one would mind
Because we'd find our way home, like we always do.
Funny how time flies in our youth,
But with darkness approaching, we will always grow close
In the place we'll call heaven
But for now, we'll just call it home
Where my friends are, even when I'm not
I wish you were here
I'll see you -- at home.