| We was walking away
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| Repeated all we can say
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| Depart with a hug
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| And it’s a public display
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| Like a dozen a day
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| Walking, we plugging away
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| At it, I’m running away
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| Cause O’Doyle’s is closed
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| And it never was closed
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| So I’m never exposed
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| When I’m hella morose
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| Cause I’m telling 'em no-
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| -body, my skeleton shows
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| With it’s elephant nose
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| And it’s pelican bones
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| Watch how I carry it home
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| Cause the story it goes
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| There’s a spork in the road
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| And we got to the bar
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| But then O’Doyle’s was closed
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| And it never was closed
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| Even whenever it snowed
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| Every night it was there
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| Either there or a show
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| Every answer is there
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| Every question is no
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| Never questioned before
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| So we guessing it’s home
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| Everybody’s secrets inspire all of my scenes
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| I write in all of my fantasies and I die in all of my dreams
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| My superpowers I maintain
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| I take control of my scene
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| Y’all should see what I can’t say
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| I can’t say all I done seen
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| I done told
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| Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
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| I spun around in circles on the globe
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| So who the hell could ever feel at home
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| I done told
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| Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
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| I spun around in circles on the globe
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| So who the hell could ever feel at home
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| Yeah
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| We live in a space that should have never existed
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| We’re used to the taste of a human in space
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| We ruined the room only a few could replace it
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| And Doyle’s is closed
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| I’m avoiding my nose
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| It smells like if you imagined you boiled a rose
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| And the oven is on and the coil’s exposed
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| And we pulling the door
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| Like we did it before
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| And now we’re trying to deal with heat that we shouldn’t absorb
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| And the story it goes
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| There’s a spork in the road
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| And we got to the bar but then O’Doyle’s was closed
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| And it never was closed
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| Even whenever it snowed
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| Every night it was there
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| Either there or a show
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| Every answer is there
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| Every question is no
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| Never questioned before
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| So we guessing its home
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| Everybody’s secrets inspire all of my scenes
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| I write in all of my fantasies and I die in all of my dreams
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| My superpowers I maintain
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| I take control of my scene
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| Y’all should see what I can’t say
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| I can’t say all I done seen
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| I done told
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| Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
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| I spun around in circles on the globe
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| So who the hell could ever feel at home
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| I done told
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| Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
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| I spun around in circles on the globe
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| So who the hell could ever feel at home
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| I done told
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| Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
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| I spun around in circles on the globe
|
| So who the hell could ever feel at home
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| I done told
|
| Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
|
| I spun around in circles on the globe
|
| So who the hell could ever feel at home
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| I done told
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| Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
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| I spun around in circles on the globe
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| So who the hell could ever feel at home |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song (How Could Anybody) Feel at Home, artist - Open Mike Eagle. Album song Brick Body Kids Still Daydream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп