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A junkie walking through the twilight. |
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I'm on my way home. |
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I left home three days ago but no one seems to know I'm gone. |
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Home is where the hatred is. |
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Home is filled with pain. |
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And it might not be such a bad idea if I never,never went home again. |
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Stand as far away from me as you can,don't ask me why. |
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Hang on to your rosary beads,close your eyes to watch me die. |
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You keep saying,"Kick it! Quit it! Kick it! Quit it! Kick it! Quit it!" |
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God,but did you ever try to turn your sick soul inside out so that the world can watch you die. |
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Home is where I live inside my white power dreams. |
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Home was once an empty vacuum that 's filled now with my silent screams. |
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Home is where the needle marks try to hear my broken heart. |
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And it might not be such a bad idea if I never,never went home again. |
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Home again. |
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Home again. |
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Home again. |
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Kick it |
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Quit it |
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Kick it |
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Quit it |
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Kick it |
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Quit it |
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Kick it |
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Can't go home again. |
