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Golden leaves on concrete streets they feel out of place
Why not take a bite of pure sunlight it's a different kind of taste
Well so long, so long

I'm going home
Past the blinds and closed windows
I'm going home
Find a place where life still shows

Sure to say I'm leaving this place before the opportunity goes
It's not the people here that bothers me I just got, got sick of the smoke
Well so long, so long

I'm going home
Past the blinds and closed windows
I'm going home
Find a place where life still shows

So long
Broken town
I'll be gone
So long
Broken town
I'll be gone

Welcome into my world

I'm going home
Past the blinds and closed windows
I'm going home
Find a place where life still shows

I'm going home
Past the blinds and closed windows
I'm going home
Find a place where life still shows