Home, home in the late, night
And away, away in the half, life
Except Saturday, crushed by the boring
Until played and plagued by the tourists againWhen once you had believed it
Now you see it's sucking you inTo string you along with the pretense
And pave the way for the coming releaseAlone and prone in the half,light
And late, late to the real, life
If you will find a way into the gold rush
You will stay until the morning comes
You will normalize
Don't it make you feel alive
Songwriters
Murphy, James JeremiahPublished by
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