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low, and so sailed we
"For we have got some letters to
Be carried home by you"
A-sailing down along the coast
Of High Barbary
For broadside, for

Oh, they'll shower her with sympathy
They'll give her all their money she
Will fly back home again with
A private army the bombs
Will decimate those

Got the beat by Powers and
We just made a banger yeah

Vintage Chanel, vintage Chanel
Weed residue, heavy smokers break scales
Run it up, run it up,

hit celú noc
Máš problém? huh, asi radšej choď home
Predtým jak ťa vytiahne Zayo von
Sorry neni čas na dom
Policajné svetlo odráža sa v spätnom

Každý

something much more than this 
Is it too late now to run back home 
Losing myself to the demons hum
Sounds of the omen surround you

Oh, oh, oh 
Your soul’s

And the red brick cottage where I was born
Is the empty shell of a holiday home
Most of the year there's no-one there
The village is dead and they don't care

She was a dark haired Juarez beauty
Flirting with a GI joe off duty
Working him for tips at a bar in Mexico

One cigarette smoke break by

You may not be home when I called 
Maybe I was stoned when I called 
Were you not alone when I called 
Guess I hated that

I was just asleep when you

trippin' (let's get it)
I had to sell me some dope, I might sell a bitch hope
Just to get them both back to the city (go get it)
I know they watchin', I

home so she lost her life
But she's still alive but traumatized
By the bombs that flew in and dropped at night

My sister couldn't sleep, tried

head?
Take back some things I said
Erase the in-between
Pick up mistakes by me

Maybe I've learned my lesson
Got a lot of confessing
Consequences

southern charms

Send me a peach from ol' Georgia
Down where the Savannah flows
If I could have one bite of Georgia
I would feel right here at home

I

I don't need you to be my girl

Oh, well, I went to the store
And saw you there
And then you looked right back
And caught my stare
You said I'm

START LIVING LIFE AGAIN

When we steal back home 
Slip on our robes and turn on the stove 
Disconnect the phone line 
Blow off the webs 
Turn up

She was a dark haired Juarez beauty
Flirting with a G.I joe off duty
Working him for tips at a bar in Mexico

One cigarette smoke break by

And cars with speakers in the back
Enough to give you cardiac arrest look
I do confess that playing it by the book
Will have you on the hook for
Nothing more

on the outside and
You can't get in i will show you you're so
Much better than you know
When you're lost and you're alone and
You can't get back again
I will find

the void, filling the hole
I always had that feeling in the back of my head
The feeling that I would be better off dead
No home, nowhere to go, only

Let me see if i could try
To take back
Feelings all again i know
It wasnt right
All we could have ever done
Would just pass by

I never wanna see

You disturbed, you can't focus

cnd all you think of and about is the moment

You will be back home and get It


You've been dickmatized

It's too late

Changing colours and changing tides
We made it back from the coast in three nights
You told me, Honey I gotta fly down to Mississippi, alright?
Down