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Boy Come Home Lyrics
While I go over it in my head
Walk through those doors and stand there
staring
And there ain't one soul that's in there dead
My hand stays
out, I keep my head
And walking out I see you sitting in that Ford of your
old man's
Scratching your arms like your skin is crawling
But done
up the best you can
Face first pilot through your window
Them Paupers they can't tell
It's strange to think we could have been
so brought up by
Ourselves
Run through the streets like rivers
raging to seas of barren sand
And while every gtain tears you apart stay
done up the best
You can
Unemployment lines stretch to the
desert and camoflouge
Hotels
Where traded up to new distinctions
puts justice in your shells
Take one for the team and that pretty lady
used to cover
Up the smell
But when you get back boy you're just
crazy if you dare kiss
And tell
This aching heart ain't
something I done
This aching heart's been handed down
But I'm done
with it now
So I take that screaming in my head
I walk
through those doors and stand there staring
And my hand slips into my
coat and everything just freezes...
Running out I see you sitting
in the Ford of your old man's
The boy come home
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