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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?

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?


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