My Home
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โฑ๏ธ 4:16 duration
๐ ID: 458979
๐ Lyrics
Look down, you know somethin'?
Just a lot of dumb shit
Just a lot of comfort
That's just what I am done with
I can't run on that will anymore
With no end with them
One pushed their pendulum
Never for the grace of god your eye
Are you so fly that you call to the skies "divine intervention"
And yet forget to mention your mate stepped on benches
All over Europe, "oh yeah, but he's a legend"
Keep your brethren
Each and every one of us
When it's done and dusted
There's two sides to justice
Two sides to reality
So don't you try tellin' me
You never thought of chuckin' it all in and just travelin'
The search for wisdom is not the given right of the righteous
No reason to fight us
Or even [?] might just be, this song must be free
So hold your opinion, cause you don't know me
Where I sleep I cannot say
It's, well probably the same as yesterday
In the shadow of a dying rose
Is where I made my small abode (that's my)
Once back when his footsteps were felt
With all his books on self help
This realm of the air-con lovers
Seemed a world away from his own tree
But that's what they dealt me
Is what he would whisper
Voice getting shrill
As the season get crisper
Move along mister
The city can't risk ya
Let our wealthy guests
Get a glimpse of our blisters
The family reached on me, the family leash
They're too preoccupied to help him up on his feet
The same uneasy eyes that mean he's out on a street
Who's to pay a pretty penny to hear that man speak
Requests stop comin'
Coupled with the runnin'
Runnin' from an audience that says he can't get through to 'em
But just what did that do to him
Stuff a conversation
Subject matter of your dinner party speculation
Where I sleep, I cannot say
It's, well probably the same as yesterday
By the bridge, by the road
Is where I made my small abode
Where I sleep, I cannot say (I cannot say)
It's, well probably the same as yesterday (as yesterday)
By the bridge (by the bridge), by the road (by the road)
Is where I made my small abode (that's my)
Where I sleep, I cannot say
It's, it's probably the same as yesterday
In the shadow of a dying rose
Is where I made my small abode
And that's my home
Just a lot of dumb shit
Just a lot of comfort
That's just what I am done with
I can't run on that will anymore
With no end with them
One pushed their pendulum
Never for the grace of god your eye
Are you so fly that you call to the skies "divine intervention"
And yet forget to mention your mate stepped on benches
All over Europe, "oh yeah, but he's a legend"
Keep your brethren
Each and every one of us
When it's done and dusted
There's two sides to justice
Two sides to reality
So don't you try tellin' me
You never thought of chuckin' it all in and just travelin'
The search for wisdom is not the given right of the righteous
No reason to fight us
Or even [?] might just be, this song must be free
So hold your opinion, cause you don't know me
Where I sleep I cannot say
It's, well probably the same as yesterday
In the shadow of a dying rose
Is where I made my small abode (that's my)
Once back when his footsteps were felt
With all his books on self help
This realm of the air-con lovers
Seemed a world away from his own tree
But that's what they dealt me
Is what he would whisper
Voice getting shrill
As the season get crisper
Move along mister
The city can't risk ya
Let our wealthy guests
Get a glimpse of our blisters
The family reached on me, the family leash
They're too preoccupied to help him up on his feet
The same uneasy eyes that mean he's out on a street
Who's to pay a pretty penny to hear that man speak
Requests stop comin'
Coupled with the runnin'
Runnin' from an audience that says he can't get through to 'em
But just what did that do to him
Stuff a conversation
Subject matter of your dinner party speculation
Where I sleep, I cannot say
It's, well probably the same as yesterday
By the bridge, by the road
Is where I made my small abode
Where I sleep, I cannot say (I cannot say)
It's, well probably the same as yesterday (as yesterday)
By the bridge (by the bridge), by the road (by the road)
Is where I made my small abode (that's my)
Where I sleep, I cannot say
It's, it's probably the same as yesterday
In the shadow of a dying rose
Is where I made my small abode
And that's my home