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i'm thinking about going home - flugente lyrics

[chorus]
i’m thinkin’ about goin’ home
and i’m thinkin’ about when next i will roam
and i’m thinkin’ about sleepin’ sound in my bed
but before i get there a few things to be said
[verse 1]
the sun don’t shine sweet like it does on the rhine
the fruit don’t taste sweet like it does from the vine
the clothes don’t smell fresh like they do off the line
the city feels fine but that’s not enough all the time
i’m familiar with what i put into my mouth
and familiar with what also comes out
the whole world is connected to a cord in my house
and if i don’t like my meal i just throw it right out
yes there’s no place like home, there was never a doubt
until i left home and then i had my doubts
and there is no prison like the living room couch
it’ll suck you right in and never let you go
and the people on tv are the people that you know
and every room in the house is climate controlled
and you sit there all day, only to the bathroom do you go
[chorus]
i’m thinkin’ about goin’ home
and i’m thinkin’ about when next i will roam
and i’m thinkin’ about sleepin’ sound in my bed
but before i get there a few things to be said
[verse 2]
my friends are all there, my family is too
i got more things to wear than this one pair of shoes
but my thoughts there are old, and here they are new
i think about who to be and not about what to do
and i do it for me and not for her or him or you
yes i’ve been to the mountains and i’ve been to the sea
and i drove many miles until the miles drove me
and i slept on hard floors and i slept under trees
and i slept under stars and i walked in the rain
and the only guarantee is that it’s never the same
and if i had the chance now i would do it again
and it’s not a holiday, it’s the only real life
that i’ve known in two years and that’s a very long time
to be in the same play, to speak all the same lines
eat all the same food, get drunk on the same wine
talk a lot on the phone but feel very alone
and to wonder where all my real friends have gone
and to have a cold chill that reaches down to my bones
and to know that one day it will all just be over
like it was for my father and will be for my mother
or maybe me first, either one or the other
and some die at birth like my girlfriend’s brother
and no part of youth will we ever recover
but there’s a whole world to see, a whole earth to discover
if you just go outside and that it is worth the bother
[chorus]
i’m thinkin’ about goin’ home
and i’m thinkin’ about when next i will roam
and i’m thinkin’ about sleepin’ sound in my bed
but before i get there a few things to be said
[verse 3]
you may save all your life and still never get set
you might walk a tightrope with no stick and no net
or hide from the rain and never get wet
or work all the time and never know peace
and the bills just keep comin’ and demands never cease
and the lines never stop blowing into your face
and all of the days are marked on your brow
and one day you might stop and you ask yourself how
did those days all slip by? how did time p-ss so quick?
is this some kind of trick?
it’s cruel how time flies and you ask again why
but you cannot explain and your neighbor can’t either
’cause he’s askin’ the same
and you cannot start fresh, only fan the one flame
and the truth really is, that ready or not
you get only one shot, whether you like it or not
and win or lose in this universe, you’re a dot
i’m thinkin’ about goin’ home

- flugente lyrics

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