Keith Caputo - Home Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Home By Keith Caputo?
Take me away, take me away
I don't want to stay, I don't want to stay I hate what you say, I hate what you say Hopefully I never slip inside a sky that's gray Your holiness bled, your holiness prays Your holiness bled I'm sick in the head in a number of ways I recommend a psychotherapist to clean up your brain If your heart is broken Let your heart be broken Do you know the sunshine I love you more, I do, I want to come home to you It's what my soul has spoken Around my throat, I'm choking Do you know the sunshine? My beautiful dove, my beautiful dove Floating high up above, floating high up above I'm swallowing stars and shitting out love I love you more, I do, I want to come home Pure heart and soul, the treasures I own Where did you go and how have you grown? I'm sick in the head in a number of ways I recommend a psychotherapist to clean up your brain If your heart is broken Let your heart be broken Do you know the sunshine ? I love you more, I do, I want to come home to you It's what my soul has spoken Around my throat, I'm choking Do you know the sunshine? Pure heart and soul, the treasures I own Where did you go and how have you grown? I'm sick in the head in a number of ways I recommend a psychotherapist to clean up your brain If your heart is broken Let your heart be broken Do you know the sunshine I love you more, I do, I want to come home to you It's what my soul has spoken Around my throat, I'm choking Do you know the sunshine? I love you more, I do, I want to come home to you |
Who Wrote Home By Keith Caputo?
Keith Caputo
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What's The Duration Of The Home By Keith Caputo?The duration of Home is 4:13 minutes and seconds. |
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