| Homecoming
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| Were Coming Home Again
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| My heart is beating from me
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| I am standing all alone
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| Please call me only if you are coming come
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| Waste another year flies by
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| Waste a night or two
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| You taught me how to live
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| In the streets of shame
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| Where you’ve lost your dreams in the rain
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| There’s no sign of hope
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| The stems and seeds of the last of the dope
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| There’s a glow of light
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| The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
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| Bearing gifts and trust
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| A fixture in the city of lust
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| What the hell’s your name?
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| What’s your pleasure what is your pain?
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| Do you dream to much?
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| Do you think what you need is a crutch
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| In the crowd of pain.
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| St. Jimmy comes without any shame
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| He says «we're fucked up»
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| But we’re not the same
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| And mom and dad are the ones you can blame
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| Jimmy died today
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| He blew out his brains into the bay
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| In the state of mind
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| Is my own private suicide
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| Well nobody cares
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| Well nobody cares
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| Does anyone care if nobody cares?
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| Well nobody cares
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| Well nobody cares
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| Does anyone care if nobody cares?
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| Jesus filling out paperwork now
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| At the facility on East 12th st.
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| He’s not listened to a word now
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| He’s in his own world
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| And he’s daydreaming
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| He’d rather be doing something else now
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| Like cigarettes and coffee with the under belly
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| His life’s on the line with anxiety now
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| And she had enough
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| And he had plenty
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| Somebody get me out of here
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| Anybody get me out of here
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| Somebody get me out of here
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| Get me the fuck right out of here
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| So far away
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| I don’t want to stay
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| Get me out of here right now
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| Just wanna be free
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| Is there a responsibility
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| Get me out of here right now
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| This lifelike dream ain’t for me
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| I fell asleep while watching Spike TV
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| After 10 cups of coffee
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| And your still not here
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| Dreaming of a song
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| But something went wrong
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| And you can’t tell anyone
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| 'Cause noone’s here
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| Left me here alone
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| And I should’ve stayed home
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| After 10 cups of coffee
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| I’m thinking were’d you go
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| Nobody likes you
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| Everyone left you
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| They’re all out without you
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| Havin' fun
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| Where’d you go?
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| Everyone left you
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| Nobody likes you
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| They’re all out without you
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| Havin' fun
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| Where’d you go?
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| Geez… ha…
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| I got a rock and roll band
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| I got a rock and roll life
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| I got a rock and roll girlfriend
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| And another ex-wife
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| I got a rock and roll house
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| I got a rock and roll car
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| I plat the shit out the drums
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| And I can play the guitar
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| I got a kid in New York
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| I got a kid in the bay
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| I haven’t drank or smoked nothin'
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| In over 22 days
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| So get off my case
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| Off of my case
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| Off of my case
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| Here they come marching down the street
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| Like a desperation murmur of a heartbeat
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| Coming back from the edge of town
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| Underneath their feet
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| The time has come and it’s going nowhere
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| Nobody ever said that life was fair now
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| Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear
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| In the summer heat
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| The world is spinning
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| Round and round
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| Out of control again
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| From the 7−11 to the fear of breaking down
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| So send my love a letterbomb
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| And visit me in hell
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| We’re the ones going
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| Home
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| We’re coming home again
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| I started fuckin' running
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| As soon as my feet touched ground
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| We’re back in barrio
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| And to you and me, that’s jingle town
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| That’s home
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| We’re coming home again
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| Home
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| We’re coming home again
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| Home
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| We’re coming home again
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| Home
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| We’re coming home again
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| (NO FUCKING CONTROL I NEED IT I KNOW…)
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| Home
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| We’re coming home again
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| Nobody likes you
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| Everyone left you
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| They’re all out with out you
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| Havin' fun… |