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Turn the motherfuckin' music up Just blaze man, you owe me, nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Welcome to the Empire State, home of the World Trade Birthplace
The trouble with truth is it never lies And the trouble with wrong's that it's never right So I rest my head under Your light The trouble with peace
Cold wind blowing on your bed When you speak I see you breathe You say come lay down for awhile We lay there as if we're dead I am your death, you are
I have opened up my mind to things I was afraid of Done things I've never done before Taken a chance and seen just what the world is made of Nothing is
You could've been all I wanted But you weren't honest now get in the ground You choked off the surest of favors But if you really loved me you would've
I get up early in the morning And rush to catch a plane I'm going to live inside my suitcase Back on the road again Big stage and bright lights Try to
Welcome home Your spirit's been here all along Like the ghost in the window Your song has been playing all along I really never was alone Your face
Saw a sign on the path, all seekers this way A very subtle left through a petal my way As I neared the bridge two soldiers stood and stared No one passes
In my life I have seen Far away places, wild and serene But nothing I saw prepared me for The mat on the floor saying, "Welcome home" Time flies, see
The sun?s rays don?t bother me No, they cast down such a wonderful heat Masking beauty by a terrible fate If you fly to close and then you turn too late
There is no place like home There is no place like home Do you remember You left this morning at nine With everything fine Welcome home, baby (Oh oh
Exactly how much will have to burn? Before we will look to the past to learn We walk along this endless path Which has led us in a circle so here we are
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Take, me, make me all You want me to be That's all I'm asking, all I'm asking Welcome to this heart of mine I've buried under prideful vines Grown to
There is someone at the door guess I'd better go see Who'd be comin' round at this hour callin' on me Why of course I might have known should have been
Well you walk with me outside tonight Beneath the glow of the big old tire light And in the fog the air is wet With your eyes as big as silver dollars
Es ist Sonntag morgen, ich steh am Hafenkai und wart auf dich, Johnny, du kommst zurück, mein neues Kleid, meine neue Frisur, nur für dich,
