| He walks the streets collar up to the snowfall.
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| Holes in pockets and knees.
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| Sleeps in bar rooms and horse stalls.
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| But you can’t stay too long in one place.
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| «move along kid, we don’t like your face.»
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| Mother’s hold children close out of fear.
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| Father’s curse under breath as they sneer.
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| And he walks the streets, years pass by with the snowfall.
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| Time is wasted in drink,
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| Days begging and lost souls.
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| Holds no merit in vagrants in boxcars.
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| Down in hell you best know who your friends are.
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| «not so proud scrounging for your next meal.
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| No alibis sold when with devils you deal.
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| How does it feel
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| How does it feel
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| How does it feel
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| How does it feel to be all alone with no direction?
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| Home’s never home,
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| It’s just the place where you came from.
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| Home’s never home,
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| It’s just the place where you came from.
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| Home’s never home,
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| It’s just the place where you came from.
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| Home’s never home,
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| Writ on walls of the church and the hostels.
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| «home is never home,"said by martyrs and lost souls.
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| «home is never home,"said the prophet in plain clothes
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| As he strummed his guitar. |
| and he screamed, and he sang.
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| «we'll I’ve been tired
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| Cause' I don’t sleep so well on trains
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| Well I got ups and downs
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| But days are all the same
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| I’ve been low
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| But it never gets me down
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| Well I’ve been thrown out
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| I’ve been let down
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| I’ve been chased
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| Well I’ve hardships
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| I’ve been stripped of pride and name
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| I’ve been low
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| But it never gets me down
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| And nights spent drinking
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| All the worry from my head
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| And days spent wandering
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| Wishing I was dead
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| If I could only muster
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| The words out from my mouth
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| I would sing
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| Oh I would sing
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| I’ll take the next train out
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| Cause I’ve been hopin'
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| I’ve been praying theres some god
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| So when I die
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| I’m found and saved
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| And I’m not lost
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| Cause all he’s done
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| All for me
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| Is take away the ones I love
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| And nights spent drinking
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| All the worry from my head
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| And days spent wandering
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| Wishing I was dead
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| If I could only muster
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| The words out from my mouth
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| I would sing
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| Oh I would sing
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| I’ll take the next train out
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| I’m gonna take it" |