7.This Ain't Home
With every lie you told, you dug a deeper hole.
You should know I've been down that road.
I can show you where it goes if you wanna know.
It won't lead ya home.
Why would cry for your soul,
when you're made of gold.
Why would lie when you know
that this ain't home.
I know you've been afraid,
that's why you stay awake
all night and sleep through the day.
Hoping to find a hand you can hold,
before you grow up and grow old.
Why would cry for your soul,
when you're made of gold.
Why would lie when you know
that this ain't home.
Everyone needs a hand to hold on to.
Everyone needs a place to come home to.
Hope you find a song to remind you.
Everyone needs a hand to hold on to.
Everyone needs a place to run home to.
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