Come on boys
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Here is a song from the wrong side of town
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Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound
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And it pounds from within and is pinning me down
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Here is a page from the emptiest stage
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A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
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A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid
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And I thank you for bringing me here
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For showing me home
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For singing these tears
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Finally I've found that I belong here
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The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets
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That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet
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Well I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat
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And I thank you for bringing me here
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For showing me home
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For singing these tears
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Finally I've found that I belong here
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Feels like home
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I should have known
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From my first breath
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Home (The Noodles and The Damage Done)
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| Depeche Mode |
