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Oct 2012
The taste of tears has got itself a reputation,
Oh goodness I'd like to go home,
But where is home, where can I find it,
I'd love to meet it next door,
I wouldn't mind being neighbours,
Knock on it's door, exchange hand shakes or kisses,
Well, hello, who are you,
That's nice, but I'm sure my heart won't call you that,
Oh home, with your sheets that smell like,
Heaven, but not quite,
Like they should, like they always should,
Home, where your smile just bounces of the walls,
Come back to me home,
Or stay where you are, you're perfect, home,
But you're terrible and you're flawed,
And I just want to wrap myself in you,
You have your reputation,
And those beautiful lies, that you make up every time we have guests,
Look me in the eyes, or look me anywhere,
Or take me, or give me, or hate me, or love me,
But if only I could find you, and just walk next door,
Bathe in your sunshine,
And slip in your muddy midnight slime,
Hello home,
Goodbye home,
I hope you know where you are, and I wish I did.
Written by
Tristan Claude
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