Home lyrics by The Boy Who Trapped The Sun. Home is where you lay your head. my head lies between the cracks. red lights lead to wasted days. maybe i better...
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Home is where you lay your head. my head lies between the cracks. red lights lead to wasted days. maybe i better put till' all my days.
Oh, the city's not a home. but it's somewhere to get alone.
Maybe i'm lying to myself. i'm not a graphter, i'm not on that of earth. i have a habit that's a full time occupation. cause the grass is always greener when you can't see the garden.
Oh, the city's not a home. but it's somewhere to get alone.
Oh, the city's not a home. but it's somewhere to get alone.
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