Olympians - Home Is Where Your Heart Breaks | Текст песни

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We survived these long weeks on the edge
But home is where your heart breaks
No purpose, no real direction
Stranded in your own bed
Six hundred thousand miles
Is this all that we get?
Six hundred misshapen songs
Not even a rosette?

We sure did make a fucking mess
I stand proud of each carpet wrecked
Sing songs of rest, you'll find me miming them

The freezing concrete
The long walk home
These are the things you gave us that we'll never let go

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