Oh my baby's coming home tomorrow. Ain't that good news, man, ain't that news? Baby's coming home tomorrow, ain't that news, man, ain't that news?
That was the day that my brother was in our house again. In a strange and inexplicable way, my brother had come home.
He may be president, but he still comes home and swipes my socks.
Curses, like chickens, come home to roost.
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