It's your guitar that discovers you wilde
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for all I can see is the dark of a sky
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and the plums in a glass jar of wine.
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Take me home, take me home, take me home, don't know
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Take me home, take me home, take me home, don't know
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how I got here, but now you?
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Take me home, take me home, take me home, don't know
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take me home, take me home, take me home, don't know
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how I subsist with candled up nights and pure spirit's I
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don't know how you dragged me here.
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And it's my guitar that discovers me blind
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for all I can see is the clarity side
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and the bones someone spat
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on the trash from the plums?
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Take me home, take me home, take me home, don't know
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Take me home, take me home, take me home, don't know
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how I got here, but now you?
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Take me home, take me home, take me home, don't know
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how I subsist with candled up nights and pure spirit's I
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don't know how you dragged me here.
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If you can call the name of our hope
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that probably means I'm not there.
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Take me home, take me home, take me home, don't know
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how?
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Take Me Home
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| Russian Red |
