For six weeks I had this job
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Cleaning the local hospital
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The pay was o.k. but I didn't like to swab
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So I changed it for a bass guitar
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Bordedom was my companion
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Stuck to me like glue
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But I broke the bond
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To make some dreams come true
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Like a street to a hustler, a face to the soul
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It's the one and the only place we control
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It's our reality, not just a poem
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It's a place that we call home
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For some time I went to school
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Tried to learn what's right and wrong
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I didn't like their schemes
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I couldn't buy their rules
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So I went back to where I belong
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You gotta love the sound
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Of that guitar and the bass
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The snare it sounds like a gunfire
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It's like a thousand decibel punch in the face
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East or West ? well home is the best!
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Though I sometimes feel like a clown
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But I've also had the feeling. Yes!
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That I'm unstoppable
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And that no one can bring me down
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Step right in
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Erase what's on your mind
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Step right in
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Leave everything behind
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Leave it behind
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Home From Home
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Millencolin |