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Can I stay at you house? |
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I'll sleep on the floor, |
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My home is war zone, |
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I've no stomach for more, |
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You can't hold a candle, |
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To what I saw today, |
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More than I can handle, |
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So I'm running away. |
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And those home fires burn, |
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Scorching a hole through me, |
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And I am welcome no more. |
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It's the harrowing story, |
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Of one man's mistake, |
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And the names have been left out, |
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For the innocents sake, |
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That man who would save us, |
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From the hurt the world brings, |
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Neglected to mention, |
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Who would save us from him? |
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And those home fires burn, |
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Scorching a hole through me, |
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It's like the third degree, |
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And I am welcome no more. |
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Now I've no one to turn to, |
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I guess I'm at my wits end, |
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I'm beginning to learn who, |
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Are really my friends. |
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And those home fires burn, |
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Scorching a hole through me, |
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It's like the third degree, |
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And I am welcome no more. |
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Home fires burn, |
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Scorching a hole through me, |
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It's like the third degree, |
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And I am welcome no more. |
