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A junkie walking through the twilight |
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I'm on my way home |
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I left three days ago but no one seems to know |
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I'm goneHome is where the hatred is, home is filled with pain |
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And it might not be such a bad idea |
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If I never, never went home again |
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Stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why |
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Hang on to your rosary beads |
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Close your eyes to watch me die |
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You keep sayin', kick it, quit it |
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Kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it |
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God, but did you ever try to turn your sick soul |
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Inside out so that the world can watch you die |
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Home is where |
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I live, inside my white power dreams |
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Home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now |
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With my silent screams |
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Home is where the needle marks |
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Try to hear my broken heart |
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And it might not be such a bad idea |
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If i never, never went home again |
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Home again, home again, home again |
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Kick it quit it, kick it quit it, kick it quit it |
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Kick it, can`t go home again |
