| We’ve gone too far
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| We don’t want to go back home
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| We don’t like to see each other but
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| We don’t want to go back home
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| So because we know what’s waiting
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| We don’t want to go back home
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| We’ve all gathered here today
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| Cause we don’t want to go back home
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| By the way I’ve signed my name
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| You can see how far I’ve gone
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| Hold this pen out in my name
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| Still never found my home
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| Watch you stalking through the window
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| Promising to make things right
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| Trying to get ourselves to fight
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| For tomorrow night
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| Ma I’m done I call up the homie
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| I borrow his gun, I’m not gonna run
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| I’m my father’s son
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| I hold up the legacy
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| Macho, masculine all in my pedigree
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| Angry and cold
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| Bold and intense when you’re
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| Trying to not be so overly sensitive
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| Fail, fail, everyday, damn…
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| We know his trouble
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| So we don’t wanna go back home
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| We know it’s dark in here
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| So we don’t want to go back home
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| We sit here and act adventurous
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| So we don’t have to go back home
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| If anybody calls up say I’m here
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| Cause I don’t want to go back home
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| By the time I get to Phoenix
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| It’s playing on the jukebox now
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| Feeling so bold I’m not repeating
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| Until the bartender makes that face
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| Wasting time searching my homie’s songs
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| And even trying my own name
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| The result’s always the same
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| Zero matches found
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| A couple of beers, a part of the darkness
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| A couple of peers, I don’t have a body
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| Just knuckles and ears
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| Please give me a glass with adjustable mirrors
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| Don’t judge me cause I know it’s weird
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| What if they followed us here
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| This gentrification tomorrow it scares me
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| Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall
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| And tears in the stalls
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| We’ve gone too far
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| We don’t want to go back home
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| We don’t like to see each other but
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| We don’t want to go back home
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| So because we know what’s waiting
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| We don’t want to go back home
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| We’ve all gathered here today
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| Cause we don’t want to go back home
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| By the way I’ve signed my name
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| You can see how far I’ve gone
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| Hold this pen out in my name
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| Still never found my home
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| Watch you stalking through the window
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| Promising to make things right
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| Trying to get ourselves to fight
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| For tomorrow night |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dive Bar Support Group , by - Open Mike Eagle. Song from the album Hella Personal Film Festival, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп