Fleetwood Mac

It's not home
and it's not Tara
In fact do I know you
Have I been here before
This is a dream, right
Déjà-vu
Did I come here on my own
Oh I see
Welcome to the room Sara
for Scarlett
Welcome to the choir, sir
Oooh
Missionary
Well I will be different
when I get back
And you can take
all of the credit
You say everything's fine, baby
but sometimes at night
Where the first cut is the
deepest one of all
(Scarlett)
(The first cut is the deepest one of all)
and the second one
Well, it's a worthless thing, so
take it all the way back home
Take it home
Ooh, Downstairs where the big old house is mine
Ooh, Upstairs where the stars laugh and shine
Oh, oh well I thought that
you were mine
Oh, oh well I thought that
you were mine
(you were mine)
Welcome to the room Sara, Sara
(for Scarlett)
Welcome to the choir, sir
Well of course it was a problem
(for Scarlett)
Front Line Baby
Well you held her prisoner
and after all these years
Well as well as you knew her
In the never forgotten words
of another one of your friends
In the never forgotten words
of another one of your friends, baby
When you hang up the phone
Well you cease to exist
Welcome to the room, Sara
Welcome
Welcome to the room, everyone