Friday, December 13, 2002

there are few things pure in this world anymore and home is one of the few
we never drink outside maybe run and hide if we saw a couple men in blue
well to me it's so damn easy to see that your people are the people at home
well i've been away but now i'm back today and there aint a place i'd rather go
i feel home
when i see the faces
that remember my own
i feel home
when i'm chillin outside
with the people i know
i feel home
and that's just what i feel
home to me is reality
and all i need is something real

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