HOME It’s cold as hell, Though I feel well. Maybe I’ll go home And ring the bell.
Guess I don’t miss bricks and stones, But my home’s smell. Maybe I’ll go home And ring the bell.
Sitting with my father on the porch Where we used to dwell. Maybe I’ll go home And ring the bell.
It is only you mother Who could get me out of my shell. Maybe I’ll go home And ring the bell.
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While fighting with you Sister I could’nt forget how you gave me that swell. Maybe I’ll go home And ring the bell.
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