Cavetown - Home Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Home By Cavetown?
Often, I am upset that I can not fall in love, but I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now, but I swear When I'm ready, I will fly us out of here (Ooh) I'll cut my hair (Ooh) to make you stare (Ooh) I'll hide my chest And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Turn off your porcelain face I can't really think right now and this place Has too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead 'Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet (Ooh) my eyes went dark (Ooh) I don't know where (Ooh) my pupils are But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here Get a load of this monster He doesn't know how to communicate His mind is in a different place Will everybody please give him a little bit of space? Get a load of this train wreck His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet But little do we know, the stars Welcome him with open Get a load of this monster He doesn't know how to communicate His mind is in a different place Will everybody please give him a little bit of space? Get a load of this train wreck His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet But little do we know, the stars Welcome him with open arms Oh Time is Slowly Tracing his face But strangely he feels at home in this place |
Who Wrote Home By Cavetown?
Robin Skinner
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What's The Duration Of The Home By Cavetown?The duration of Home is 4:29 minutes and seconds. |
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