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"Two of us riding nowhere,
spending someone's hard earned pay...
You and me Sunday driving,
not arriving, on our way back home.
We're on our way back home,
We're on our way home...
We're going home!
Two of us sending postcards,
writing letters on my wall.
You and me burning matches,
lifting latches on our way back home.
We're on our way back home,
We're on our way home...
We're going home!
You and I have memories,
longer than the road that stretches out ahead!..."
( "Two of us" . The Beatles )
"Two of us riding nowhere,
spending someone's hard earned pay...
You and me Sunday driving,
not arriving, on our way back home.
We're on our way back home,
We're on our way home...
We're going home!
Two of us sending postcards,
writing letters on my wall.
You and me burning matches,
lifting latches on our way back home.
We're on our way back home,
We're on our way home...
We're going home!
You and I have memories,
longer than the road that stretches out ahead!..."
( "Two of us" . The Beatles )