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Beat my retreat, back home to you

Beat my retreat, back home to you

I’m burning all my bridges

I’m burning all my bridges

I’m burning all my bridges

I’m running back home to you

Trailing my colours, back home to you

Trailing my colours, back home to you

This world is filled with sadness

This world is filled with sadness

This world is filled with sadness

I’m running back home to you

Follow the drum, back home to you

Follow the drum, back home to you

There was no joy in my leaving

There was no joy in my leaving

There was no joy in my leaving

I’m running back home to you

— Richard Thompson

Every Thursday