Gotthard - Homerun Lyrics
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Homerun
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What Are The Lyrics For Homerun By Gotthard?
First base, it's me living an empty life so wrong
Heading to nowhere, drinking all night long Then somebody told me, "Man, you better stop You're going down, you need something to believe" On the second, I was building, castles in the air Dreamed of a kingdom, I was never going to share But it felt so empty, something should've come my way Now I know and it's clear inside of me Here I stand again, I'm a gambler, I'm a man It's my homerun, my homerun to you Every life's a game and there's no one you can blame This is my homerun, my homerun to you Third base saw me taking all her pictures from the wall When love surrendered, I fell as deep as I could fall And the fourth back to my music, to free this troubled mind I found something after times of being blind Here I stand again, I'm a gambler, I'm a man It's my homerun, my homerun to you Every life's a game and there's no one you can blame This is my homerun, my homerun to you I was searching, bleeding, I cried some tears of pain I was yearning, screaming it all brought me back to you Here I stand again, I'm a gambler, I'm a man It's my homerun, my homerun to you Every life's a game and there's no one you can blame This is my homerun, my homerun to you Here I stand again, I'm a gambler, I'm a man It's my homerun, my homerun to you Every life's a game and there's no one you can blame This is my homerun, homerun |
Who Wrote Homerun By Gotthard?
Chris Von Rohr, Heinz Habegger, Markus Probst, Massimo Leoni, Steve Lee
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