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Home (C.C.’s Story)

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 18.06.2012

[Chorus]
I want to go
I want to go home now
I want to go
I want to go home now

You know I never ever thought I would say just how much I love L.A.
Until we got aboard a plane and toured around the world

We went to London, Paris, France and Spain, all it fuckin' did was rain
Bobby went insane and Bret left with a geisha girl

[Chorus]

Rikki has so many bags, customs almost beat his ass
They threw me out of first class cuz I said we were the bomb

The tour bus that we had won't go
Got stuck in seven feet of snow
The road crew couldn't get no blow
And the sound man broke his arm

[Chorus]

[Chorus out]


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