Chorus:
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Sometimes I don't feel at home, a bum, bum, bum
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Like exodus in my own soul, and I wanna return
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And I wanna return!
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Sometimes I don't feel at home, a bum, bum, bum
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Like exodus in my own soul, and I wanna return
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And I wanna return!
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You coming in again, time to break bread
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Got a couple heavy things weighing down on my head.
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Feeling like a child being lost in the crowd
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Just can't understand how things are going down.
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Kinda confused in the way that we're living
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We are always taking we forgot about giving.
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Missing how we used to talk about soul,
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Clouds coming in we better get back home!
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Don't wanna complicate, just wanna shake hands,
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Taste fruit and return to the Promised Land
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Where we once laughed, kept our hearts clean
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No more enemies we were on the same team.
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Chorus:
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Sometimes I don't feel at home, a bum, bum, bum
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Like exodus in my own soul, and I wanna return
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And I wanna return!
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Sometimes I don't feel at home, a bum, bum, bum
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Like exodus in my own soul, and I wanna return
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And I wanna return!
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The Promised Land
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| Trevor Hall |
