| I love to speak with Leonard
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| He’s a sportsman and a shepherd
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| He’s a lazy bastard
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| Living in a suit
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| But he does say what I tell him
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| Even though it isn’t welcome
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| He just doesn’t have the freedom to refuse
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| He will speak these words of wisdom
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| Like a sage, a man of vision
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| Though he knows he’s really nothing
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| But a brief elaboration of a tune
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| Going home without my sorrow
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| Going home sometime tomorrow
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| Going home to where it’s better than before
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| Going home without my burden
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| Going home behind the curtain
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| Going home without the costume that I wore
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| He wants to write a love song
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| An anthem of forgiving
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| A manual for living with defeat
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| A cry above the suffering
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| A sacrifice recovering
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| But that isn’t what I need him to complete
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| I want him to be certain
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| That he doesn’t have a burden
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| That he doesn’t need a vision
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| That he only has permission
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| To do my instant bidding
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| Which is to say what I have told him to repeat
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| Going home without my sorrow
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| Going home sometime tomorrow
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| Going home to where it’s better than before
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| Going home without my burden
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| Going home behind the curtain
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| Going home without this costume that I wore
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| I’m going home without my sorrow
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| Going home sometime tomorrow
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| Going home to where it’s better than before
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| Going home without my burden
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| Going home behind the curtain
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| Going home without this costume that I wore
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| I love to speak with Leonard
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| He’s a sportsman and a shepherd
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| He’s a lazy bastard living in a suit |