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I m comin home, on my hands and knees
Don t need you anymore, you know i m comin home
howlin all the way
My old friend, i m comin home Comin', i m comin home
Ain t nothin you can do about it, by the skin of my teeth
Put a cross above the door, i m comin home, but i ain t comin home for you
ain t nothin you can do about it
my knees have buckled beneath the weight of doubt

i m comin home
it don t matter where i ve been
i m comin home
i m comin home
Crawlin on all fours, i ve got the taste in my mouth
I m comin home, i m on my way, my hair is banded rope
but i ain t comin home for you
don t need you anymore

i m comin home
Ain t nothin you can do about it, but i ain t comin home for you By, i m comin home
I m comin home, i m comin home, i m comin home
I m comin home, by the soul of my feet
I m comin home, i m comin home
I m comin home, turnin brick walls into doors
Turnin brick walls into doors, i m comin home Murder, but i ain t comin home for you
put a cross above the door

I m comin home, i m comin home, crawlin on all fours
I m comin home, it don t matter where i ve been
I m comin home, but i ain t comin home for you By, howlin all the way
I m comin home, my hair is banded rope, put a cross above the door
i m comin home
Lay up the boards, i m comin home
you know i m comin home
My hair is banded rope, i m ridin out the wind, my knees have buckled beneath the weight of doubt

lay up the boards
my hair is banded rope
Ain t nothin you can do about it, i m comin home, my hair is banded rope
My knees have buckled beneath the weight of doubt, by the light of the moon, i ve got a hunger in my gut
by the light of the moon
I m ridin out the wind, but i ain t comin for you
Don t need you anymore, by the light of the moon Comin', lay up the boards
i m comin home

My old friend, i m comin home
I m comin home, i know when i ve been beat, lay up the boards
But i ain t comin for you, lay up the boards
i m comin home
I m comin home, by the skin of my teeth
howlin all the way
I m on my way, i ve got the taste in my mouth
I m comin home, by the soul of my feet By, i m comin home

i m comin home
I m comin home, don t leave the light on Murder, but i ain t comin home for you
My hair is banded rope, i m comin home, i m comin home
but now i miss things that i have done without