Paroles de When Are You Coming Home?
How's tour? How's the road?When are you coming home?
How's culture? How's stuff?
Have you been reading up?
Floating through life like a butterfly knife,
I hope you're having fun.
I spend too much time hating people I don't know.
Ya gotta make a mess because tomorrow,
no one will ever care about fucked up you didn't get.
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