You Were My Home
You were right there, just reach out.
But now you're gone, just a puff of smoke...
...and another drop of vodka
Helps me, treats me, kills me, beats me
Into submission...
Where must I fall back to
Where must I go
You were hard and tough and difficult
But you were my home
And if I know me, there's work to be done
I just don't know how to begin...
...by making the play, upping my game
By being more...but a puff of smoke...
...and another drop of vodka
Helps me, treats me, kills me, beats me
Into submission...
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