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Lyrics:
We'll leave at dusk With only that which we can carry Whatever's left gets burned or buried For if by chance we return
We'll leave a note To Whom It May Concern: 'Fuck you and your front lawn I'd rather die with my hands tied Than holding a gun'
There's no place Like home For collecting burdens
And conjuring Ghosts that don't Know they're dead
Soon There's gonna be a fight And we'll all have to choose sides
Like kids on the playground But everyone's hungry
There's no place Like home For collecting burdens
And conjuring Ghosts that don't Know they're dead
He insists He's just sick And I don't have the heart To tell him
Any different
Its the way it's been And the way it will be Until we leave
We don't need a mirror We don't need those pictures on the wall We don't need to see ourselves
As we are now To remember Where we came from
We'll leave at dusk With only that which we can carry I'll get the dog, you get the baby And pray that there's a God to light our way
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