Millencolin – Home From Home (Guitar)

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Leave it behind

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Leave it behind