Home is where they say the heart is
Mine's buried in the yard
Hell's a place they say is for sinners
I'll be the man in charge
But how can I exist within the midst of this?
But how can I admit that I would quit on you?
But how can I exist within the midst of this?
But how can I admit that I would quit on you?
I wrote God a simple letter
Still haven't heard from Him
I must have really messed up this time
Shit must have hit the fan
But how can I exist within the midst of this?
But how can I admit that I would quit on you?
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