Bossa Nostra - Home Is Where the Hatred Is [Progetto Tribale Soul Mix] Lyrics
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Home Is Where the Hatred Is [Progetto Tribale Soul Mix]
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What Are The Lyrics For Home Is Where the Hatred Is [Progetto Tribale Soul Mix] By Bossa Nostra?
A junkie walking through the twilight
I'm on my way home I left three days ago, but noone seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is Home is filled with pain and it, Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went Home again Stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why Hang on to your rosary beads Close your eyes to watch me die You keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it God, but did you ever try To turn your sick soul inside out So that the world, so that the world Can watch you die Home is where I live inside my white powder dreams Home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now with my Silent screams Home is where the needle marks Try to heal my broken heart And it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I Never went home again Home again Home again Home again Kick it, quit it Kick it, quit it Kick it, quit it Kick it, can't go home again |
Who Wrote Home Is Where the Hatred Is [Progetto Tribale Soul Mix] By Bossa Nostra?
Gil Scott-heron
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What's The Duration Of The Home Is Where the Hatred Is [Progetto Tribale Soul Mix] By Bossa Nostra?The duration of Home Is Where the Hatred Is [Progetto Tribale Soul Mix] is 5:22 minutes and seconds. |
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