| He says she said that the counters in the room was a paranoia*
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| It’s hard to believe the walls can breathe
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| But I see it in my eyes
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| I see it in my eyes
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| Pretty girls with painted faces
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| Dancing for the boys
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| Crazy dreams just how it seems
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| As you know she slowly passed me by
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| Coming home, oh-oh-oh
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| I’m coming home, oh-oh-oh
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| Coming home, oh-oh-oh
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| Flying high to paper skies
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| Soaring through the heavens of shame
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| Find me now I never left the ground
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| Only how the stars remain the same
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| So the stars remain the same
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| So they remain the same
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| Coming home
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| Well I’m coming home, oh-oh-oh
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| Coming home, oh-oh-oh
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| Coming home, oh-oh-oh
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| It’s always the beautiful ones that let you down
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| They fall in love with the lust
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| They fall in love with sex
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| They fall in love with the faith
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| The faith, the faith, the faith in Hell
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| Coming home
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| A-well I’m coming home, oh-oh-oh
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| Coming home, oh-oh-oh
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| Coming home, oh-oh-oh
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| A-well it’s one small thing I say to you
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| Is always keep control
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| Pretty girls with their painted faces
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| Dancing for the boys
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| Are coming home, home, home
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| Are coming home, oh-oh-oh
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| Coming home, Coming home |