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MATTHEW GOOD Hospital Music Boy Come Home While I go over it in my head I walk through those doors stand there staring there ain't one soul that's in there dead my hand stays out to keep my head walking out I see you sitting in that Ford of your old man's scratching your arms like your skin is crawling but done up the best you can faith was piling through your window them Papas they can't tell strange to think we could have been so brought up by ourselves run through the streets like rivers raging to seize our baron sand why other grain tears you apart stay done up the best you can running for the line stretched to the desert and our camoflouged hotels we're traded up to new distinctions puts justice in your shells take one for the team and that pretty lady used to cover up the smell when you get back boy your just crazy if you dare kiss and tell this aching heart ain't something I done this aching heart's been handed down but I'm done with it now so I go over it in my head I walk through those doors and stand there staring my hand slips into my coat and everything just freezes running out I see you sitting in that Ford of your old man's the boy come home, yeah |
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