Текст песни 8 Graves - Home

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Got the feeling Iʼve been bitten By the frozen razorʼs edge And I swear to God I never felt so cold And they say youʼll be forgiven If youʼre willing to forget But I donʼt believe a thing that Iʼve been told And I hate my brain Cause itʼs making every joy and pain Feel much realer than the things I felt before And I hate my heart Cause itʼs always getting torn apart Iʼm preoccupied with ways to make it whole So help me make it whole Whoa. Whoa I gotta make it home Whoa. Whoa Cause there was only three days left Two complete One more night with no more sleep And I gotta find a way to make it home Iʼve been living in the winter And the seasons never change Tryna find myself beneath the falling snow Iʼve been branded as a sinner For behaving like a saint And it hurts me more than you may ever know And I hate my mind Cause itʼs always working overtime Even though I try my best to take it slow And I hate my heart Cause it's always getting torn apart Iʼm preoccupied with ways to make it whole So help me make it whole Whoa. Whoa I gotta make it home Whoa. Whoa Cause there was only three days left Two complete One more night with no more sleep And I gotta find a way to make it home So help me make it whole Make it whole Make it whole I gotta make it home Make it home Make it home Cause there was only three days left Two complete One more night with no more sleep And I gotta find a way to make it home I gotta make it home I gotta make it home I gotta make it home I gotta make it home

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