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I heard your ma cried louder than a church bell when all the new flames got doused by stormy seas. I spent my time pining for a love song. Well Iâll be home in time tonight.
I think itâs funny that youâll leave without a fanfare. Youâll hit the road pal, leave your footprints in the dust. Youâre a mental gymnast, hittin' flips right over your nightmares. I wont be home in time tonight.
Iâve had my highs and lows. Iâve been pretentious and Iâve been a selfish fool, I know. I hope you reap all the seeds youâve sown. 'Cause your so fuckin' friendly, itâs so fuckin easy to feel at home.
You think youâre clever and classless and free, youâre just a fuckin scumbag just like me. And if youâre building your house on the shore, donât be surprised when the waves at your door.
Iâve a pain in me hoop with you round these days. Iâm so sick and tired of playing these games. We're all just dead, we're all just fucked, go back to sleep.
I think it's funny when a dream knocks on your window. And although itâs not yours, you're obliged to hold its seams. And all you want is to be singing the songs of your hometown. That dream can fuck off home in time tonight.