A junkie walking through the twilight
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I'm on my way home
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I left 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 and it,
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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 and ask me why
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hang on to your rosary beads
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close your eyes to watch me die
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you keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it
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God, but did you ever try
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to turn your sick soul inside out
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so that the world, so that the world
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can watch you die
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home is where I live inside my white powder 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
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try to heal my broken heart
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and it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I 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, quit it
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kick it, quit it
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kick it, quit it
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kick it, can't go home again
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Home Is Where The Hatred Is (Live)
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| Gil Scott-Heron |
