Express Therapy - Home

Nobody wants to walk home alone
Made out of steel or out of cold stone
A concrete bed and no fire burning
Inside of my head, I'm tired of running
Home is where I hurt the most
A lonely place that's filled with ghosts
What lovely place it used to be
And all that's left around here is me
Nobody wants to be all alone
A part of the leaves that the wind has blown
Locked outside while it's raining
Inside of my head I'm tired of running
Home is where I hurt the most
A lonely place that's filled with ghosts
What lovely place it used to be
And all that's left around here is me
Home is where I hurt the most
Home is where I hurt the most
Home is where I hurt the most
Home is where I hurt the most

Written by:
Dimitri Schweizer, Jules Bédat

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