| My world is rumbling
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| And tumbling
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| And crumbling down
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| They keep on running me
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| And running me
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| Right into the ground
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| Can someone tell me please
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| Tell me please
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| Is this the end?
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| Because I got to know
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| I got to know
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| I got to know now
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| Some say that life is a journey
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| So haters on the side lines don’t concern me
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| They wanna burn me but they never will
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| I’m a loaded xpistol yes I shoot to kill
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| Places my boots and I get the steppin
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| Walk with respect to the roughin section
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| My secret weapon is love and compassion
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| Pack the peace pipe I just keep on laughing
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| I got places to go
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| I got people to see
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| Evil forces that are following me
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| I show no fear and I never look back
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| Cause home sweet home is where my heart is at
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| When the song comes to an end
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| Were going back to where it begin
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| I’m going back home
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| Yeah
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| Sittin down
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| Fire on a saturday night
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| Walkin up to the people driving by
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| Now that’s back home
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| Now
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| I know whatcha thinkin
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| But you might be wrong
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| This ain’t just another
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| Chance to make a P-Town song
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| They say your home is where
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| You hang your heart and that’s true
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| But it’s also havin friends and family next to you
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| It’s not were you grew up shit it could be were you at now
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| I’m only saying
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| Think about it yours
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| Your hometown
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| I guess for me tho
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| Placentia is kinda easy cause
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| Both of my parents stilllive in placentia city
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| When the song comes to an end
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| Were going back to where it begin
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| I’m going back home
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| Yeah
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| Sittin down
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| Fire on a saturday night
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| Walkin up to the people driving by
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| Now that’s back home
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| Maybe we’ll fly
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| Beyond the blue horizon
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| Maybe in time
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| This will all go away
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| All go away
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| I’m going home
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I’m headin home to theplace that I rest
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| A feeling that I get when I arrive
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| It’s always the best
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| Lots of family and friends
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| Alot of stuff and events
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| A feelin of achieve
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| For now it descend
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| To back woods were
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| I don’t talk at all
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| Where ever green trees
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| Ten stories tall
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| And I know they will never ever
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| Try shot me back
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| And now I can close my eyes and relax
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| Into the deep woods
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| Where my whole life begin
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| Where the world forever
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| Ever ever talk my hand
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| And I know it won’t never
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| Try to shoot me back
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| And now I can close my eyes and relax
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| Yeah
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| When the song comes to an end
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| Were going back to where it begin
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| I’m going back home
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| Yeah
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| Sittin down
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| Fire on a saturday night
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| Walkin up to the people driving by
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| Now that’s back home
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| Take me
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| Take me
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| Back home
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| I packed all my stuff
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| And now it’s time for me to go
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| I throw it in the trunk said goodbye
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| And hit the road
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| I meant alot of folks
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| But now it’s time for me to leave
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| It’s nothin like the northwest but kali is all I see
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| I just left donkeys
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| And I hit the 97
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| I gotta get some meds
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| I’m a stop at kevins
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| So doctor doctor
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| I think I need a fix
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| It’s the magic box
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| Now it’s time to hit heaven
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| When the song comes to an end
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| Were going back to where it begin
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| I’m going back home
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| Yeah
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| Sittin down
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| Fire on a saturday night
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| Walkin up to the people driving by
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| Now that’s back home
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| My world is rumbling
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| And tumbling
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| And crumbling down
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| They keep on running me
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| And running me
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| Right into the ground
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| Can someone tell me please
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| Tell me please
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| Is this the end?
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| Because I got to know
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| I got to know
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| I got to know now
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| Maybe we’ll fly
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| Beyond the blue horizon
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| Maybe in time
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| This will all go away
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| All go away
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| I’m going home |