Coming Home
We're all coming home!
We're all coming home!
One at a time
Or all at once,
It makes no difference.
We're all coming home.
I know.
Cause Michael told me so.
After all these countless ages
Through the darkness.
Through the hate.
We're all coming home.
To be free again,
To love.
One another.
Again.
I know.
Michael told me so

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Stevon Lucero