| Yeah
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| I been sticking letters in these bottles prayin' that you got ‘em
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| My message never changed meaning you wasn’t an option
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| I suppose, mum said that the lovin' was close
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| For the comfort I know, but still her lovin' it shows
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| I feel her pain and her panic
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| A constant rain in the hammock
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| Tryna keep a flame when it’s manic is tough
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| It’s damaging stuff
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| But mostly patting all my gradual scuffs
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| I’ve been there devaluing cuts and I been bleeding out
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| Certainly I been screamin' out
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| Captured as I read this out
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| Hands tied as I speak aloud
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| Capsize in my feelings
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| How do I? |
| Wait
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| Let go of all this baggage I’ve collected through the years
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| Livin' in fear isn’t livin' if you’re swimmin' through the tears
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| I been backstrokin', crap holdin', more self-loathin'
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| My back’s broken from stayin' open and stayin' hopin'
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| See I cry more time
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| Askin' the Lord why more time
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| Why couldn’t mum find another guy
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| Who loved her enough to stick around rather than be scared of commitment and
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| get her pregnant and just duck out
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| At times I feel guilty
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| Imagine how tough it must be to see the guy who you loved every day in the face
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| of your only child
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| See I look like my dad
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| I smile like my dad
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| Sometimes I lie like my dad
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| See, I’m tall like my dad
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| Sometimes miss the ball like my dad
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| But my mum said somethin' that’s key
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| She said son you’re a reflection of me
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| Every time you help someone
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| Every time you say please or thank you, you’re a reflection of me
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| Every time you stay, every time you pray, you’re a reflection of me
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| Every time you cry, every time you try, you’re a reflection of me
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| Every time you love, every time you love, you’re a reflection of me
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| Barney: So what you gonna plan to do when you go to your
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| Voice 1: Chase the chickens…
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| Voice 2: Swim!
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| Voice 1: That’s the program for the whole holiday
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| Voice 3: No, swim!
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| Voice 2: Swim
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| Voice 4: We’re not tasting chickens…
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| Voice 2: Yeah! |
| Tasting chickens. |
| They’re so…
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| Voice 3: What are you going to do when you…
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| Voice 2: We’re going to taste chickens! |
| Buck bawk! |
| Buck buck bawk!
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| Voice 4: Hey hey hey!
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| Voice 2: Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk
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| Voices 2 &3: Chasing chickens in the light, chasing chickens in the light,
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| chasing chickens…
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| Voice 1: Guys please get undressed and get ready for bath
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| Voice 3: Hey! |
| Chasing chickens |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Home Is Where the Art Is , by - Barney Artist. Song from the album Home Is Where the Art Is, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп