| Tell me, when are you coming home?
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| Are you alone? |
| Are you alone?
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| Bitten by the hand that feeds your house, your home
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| You’ve been waiting for the wolves to come and finish you
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| Show a little fake, a smile and waltz on through
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| You’re here to entertain the world but they won’t change you
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| You try to spit another line as your teeth fall out
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| You’re choking up on every word, they just won’t come out
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| Tell me, when are you coming home?
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| Are you alone? |
| Are you alone?
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| Bitten by the hand that feeds your house, your home
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| So you think you’ve made you mark and they know you now
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| Dropping every name around in the coolest crowds
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| They’re telling you you’re number one; |
| yeah, you wear it well
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| Underneath the scales and skin, it’s just sell, sell, sell
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| Tell me, when are you coming home?
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| Are you alone? |
| Are you alone?
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| Bitten by the hand that feeds your house, your home
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| You’ve been waiting foe the wolves to come and finish you
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| You’ve been waiting for the truth to spell out the end of you |