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• Artiste: Deaf Havana
• Titre: Home, Sweet Home
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As a child it comes as no surprise, the wool was pulled over my eyes My parents kept me sheltered and safe, in turn I kept a smile on my face And I found what I thought was home, when I was only 6 years old I had a friend and a family and that was all that I really needed to be content. My younger days were spent alone and the only pain I'd ever known Was grazes to my hands and knees from always misplacing my feet But time goes on and people grow, and the cracks in the foundations show And nothing was ever what it seemed to be, for me. We got kicked out of the house that I grew up in And with that I lost my faith in finding home. And all this time We all seemed fine But the truth is all of us were barely getting by At 20 years I've grown to hate, every moment I'm awake Without these toxins in my veins, regardless of my parents pain My mother put on a brave face for a while but these days I barely see her smile Oh how I love to see her smile. And all this time We all seemed fine But the truth is all of us were barely getting by And all this time We all seemed fine But the truth is all of us were barely getting by We got kicked out of the house that I grew up in And with that I lost my faith in finding home...