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Home Is Where The Hatred Is - Gil Scott-Heron
Written by：Gil Scott Heron
A junkie walking through the twilight
I'm on my way home
I left three days ago but no one seems to know I'm gone
Home is where the hatred is
Home is filled with pain and it
Might not be such a bad idea if I never never went home again
Never went home again
Home is where I live inside my white powder dreams
And you know what I'm happy
Home was once an empty vacuum
That's filled now with my silent screams
Home is where the needle marks
Try to heal my broken heart
And it might not be such a bad idea
If I never if I never went home again
Home again
Stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why
Hang on to your rosary beads
Close your eyes to watch me die
You keep saying kick it quit it kick it quit it
God but did you ever try
And I know you got to do it
To turn your sick soul inside out
So that the world so that the world
Can watch you die
Wathc you die
Wathc you die
Home is where the needle marks
Try to heal my broken heart
And it might not be such a bad idea
If I never if I never went home again
Home again
Home again
Home again
Kick it quit it
Kick it quit it
Kick it quit it
Kick it quit it
Why don't you stop use it turn
That easy what you say
That easy what you say
That easy what you say
That easy what you say
Kick it quit it
Kick it quit it
Kick it quit it
Kick it quit it
Why don't you stop use it turn
That easy what you say
That easy what you say
That easy what you say
That easy what you say
Easy easy easy easy easy
Easy easy easy easy easy
Easy easy
