Just like the children's sand pit Just like the wild, wild west At random choose a target It's not enough to be second best So now you wanna fight him
do is live a simple life here with you I felt like Travis Bickle, tyrannical, lonely and blue I don't know why I went to botanical but there I met you You made me go from
I always knew you were a keeper Maybe not exactly from day one Guess I never wanted it to be overdone And even though you are a sleeper Well, to me that
hang out everyday Now I upset you from a pay phone on Queens West and Bay She's saying the words I'm saying have lost their meaning When I'm so far from
I think I'd been wrong in this family affair Now, it's been too long, we got used to everything unfair I'm out there tryin' to put on the charms But inside
I'm not harmonic I can't reach self-esteem That's quite ironic 'Cause I thought I'd be living my dream I don't feel supersonic I don't drive in the lane
soul It's like the one and only place we can control It's our reality, not just a poem It's the place that we call home East or west? Well, home is the
See it in my eyes See it in my eyes So now I got a black eye Even though I never got smacked But if I get a retry Then I will try to give back Your
Yeah, yeah, yeah I hate myself when going Yeah, yeah, yeah Hear me, I sound like a beetle I get cold feet when the pressure is on You can't see me 'coz
I know I get what I give, since I don't feel too good Guess I don't give much, maybe I just wanna live I knock on wood every time, I feel human touch
It takes a lot for a man to stayed unbowed He's the one and only swag and proud Partners, we have been in crime And in music from time to time Although
Walking around the streets of Linne Reloading batteries in my own way Nobody around here would know who I am That's okay I really wanna do something
a hustler, a face to the soul It's the one and the only place we control It's our reality, not just a poem It's a place that we call home For some
Oversettelse: Millencolin. Home From Home.
Oversettelse: Millencolin. Black Eye (Home From Home Version).
: Yeah, yeah, yeah... I hate myself when going Yeah, yeah, yeah Hear me I sound like a Beatle I get cold feet when the pressure is on You can't
: I know I get what I give Since I don't feel too good guess I don't give much Maybe I just wanna live I knock on wood every time I feel human touch
