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letra de homecoming king - the roland high life

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oh, please pass the whiskey as we’re passing rye
it reeks of p-ss and bleach on this four hour drive

i hear they’ve got some real nice beaches in kingston
i’ll stand on the shore with the sand between my toes
as the ocean waves roll
because i’ve really been dying to drown

but every time i think i’ve settled down
i find it’s time to go
what is a home

when all you own is in a backpack
and you sleep with your guitar
after countless nights of passing out
you’re passing out alone

you wake up alone, where do you go
when you’re always told that there’s no place like home?

please state your name and destination
my name is jonas and i have none
call me ishmael and i’ll be for the sea
or you can call me holden caulfield
but i’m still not holding on
to any person, place, or thing
where i belong
this martyr needs a party, this lover needs a quest
a thousand times, i’ve heard it said that home is where the heart is kept

but all these yellow lines i count like bricks, staring at the sun
just remind me that i’m always on my way
and i’m all alone
where do you go
when you’re always told that there’s no place like home?

please state your name and destination
my name is jonas and i have none
call me ishmael, and i’ll be for the sea
or you can call me holden caulfield
but i’m still not holding on
to any person, place, or thing where i belong

no, i’ll never be your homecoming king
no, i’ll never be your homecoming king
no, i’ll never be your homecoming king
’cause there’s no place like home

- the roland high life

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