To Call My Own

	作词 : Murphy
	Verse one：
	[a]blowing through my [b]losing streak
	[e]bought the farm on a [a]dead-end street
	[a]nothing ever [b]grows under your [e]sun
	[a]filling voids with [b]emptiness
	[e]driving past your [a]old address
	[a]loneliness: [b]two has turned to [e]one
	Chorus i:
	[f#m] they welcome you with [b]broken arms
	[e]tell you they don't [a]mean no harm
	[a] do they mean [b]anything at [e]all?
	Verse two:
	Feeling crowded by my company
	You can't hate but parts of me
	I know there's a new myth on your floor
	Staying up in 409
	The days are yours, the nights are mine
	Burned out everything except your door
	Chorus ii:
	It's like breaking out of broken homes
	They tell you they don't eat their own
	Searching for one thing to call my own
	To call my own
	Repeat intro
	Verse three:
	There's a gold mine in the local scene
	Get nine lives, need thirteen
	Paid the price, landed on all fours
	Chorus iii:
	You used to mean the world to me
	Scared to death of what that means
	So it don't mean nothing at all
	I welcomed you with broken arms
	You know i don't mean no harm
	Do i mean anything at all?
	Repeat intro [x2]
	Chorus iv:
	They all come from broken homes
	Tell you they don't eat their own
	Searching for one thing to call my own

	zuò cí : Murphy
	Verse one:
	a blowing through my b losing streak
	e bought the farm on a a deadend street
	a nothing ever b grows under your e sun
	a filling voids with b emptiness
	e driving past your a old address
	a loneliness: b two has turned to e one
	Chorus i:
	f m they welcome you with b broken arms
	e tell you they don' t a mean no harm
	a do they mean b anything at e all?
	Verse two:
	Feeling crowded by my company
	You can' t hate but parts of me
	I know there' s a new myth on your floor
	Staying up in 409
	The days are yours, the nights are mine
	Burned out everything except your door
	Chorus ii:
	It' s like breaking out of broken homes
	They tell you they don' t eat their own
	Searching for one thing to call my own
	To call my own
	Repeat intro
	Verse three:
	There' s a gold mine in the local scene
	Get nine lives, need thirteen
	Paid the price, landed on all fours
	Chorus iii:
	You used to mean the world to me
	Scared to death of what that means
	So it don' t mean nothing at all
	I welcomed you with broken arms
	You know i don' t mean no harm
	Do i mean anything at all?
	Repeat intro x2
	Chorus iv:
	They all come from broken homes
	Tell you they don' t eat their own
	Searching for one thing to call my own