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I got up I left the car,
And I knew I wouldnât be getting far,
I left my keys and the gravity seems,
To be pulling me, pulling me.
You got up you hit the road,
And the color of your cloths,
Were black and white donât make the sad things bright.
I could tell you were heading home.
On the road, a storyâs told, and it goes
You make me feel at home,
So please unlock your doors,
You make me feel so all alone.
You make me feel like home.
You got up you left the door,
Where the wine fell on the kitchen floor,
And the cigarette that was pressed between your lips,
Leaves a ring, like a dream, burnt away.
On the road, a stories sold, and it goes.
You make me feel at home,
So please unlock your doors,
You make me feel so all alone.
You make me feel like home.
You make me feel at home,
So please unlock your doors,
You make me feel so all alone.
You make me feel like home.
We donât talk about the war,
No we donât care about their stupid score,
We put up a fight but who really thought that we might,
Never get the promise we deserved.
So solider wonât you come on home,
Back to the place where you were born
The church bells ring, and it never meant a thing,
Now sing the word Iâm coming home.
On the road, itâs bought and sold, and it goes,
You make me feel at home,
So please unlock your doors,
You make me feel so all alone.
You make me feel like home.
You make me feel at,
You make me feel at... home
- Álbum:
- Feels Like Home