| Behind my smile there is a lot of pain
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| A forestfire of lust runs trough my veins
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| My soul burns with a hunger for revenge
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| I’m better at making love than making friends
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| I claim to know the real thing from the fake
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| 'cause I’ve already made the big mistake
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| But when she flutters back into my mind
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| I wave her off just like a buzzing fly
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| Ooooo I’m just looking for a home
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| Ooooo I’m just looking for a home
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| Watch me as I mingle in the bar
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| I’m searching for a girl who’ll scratch my scars
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| A little bit of me is more than much
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| I’m like a junkie hooked on human touch
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| I’ve learned to walk trough life unsatisfied
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| I’ve learned to stow away the hurt inside
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| I’m like a spider clinging to a read
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| 'cause I don’t get the things I really need
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| Ooooo I’m just looking for a home
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| Ooooo I’m just looking for a home
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| I hope on day big love comes tumbling down
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| Well, if it won’t I know here I’m bound
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| The gravelroad of love seems might long
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| And hell is here on earth when you’re alone
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| Ooooo I’m just looking for a home
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| Ooooo I’m just looking for a home |