Happy Home
(Garbage)
in my happy home I barely breathe
in my lovers arms I find relief
and there´s a sky that´s changing and a bird that sings
I never once in my wayward life was heading to run out
in my lovers arms I wait for morning
I beg my god to speak and tear me apart
I´d lay down my body I´d lay down my arms
I never once in my sweet short life meant anybody harm
in my happy home i read the signs
in my lovers arms I move in time
there´s no more crying and there´s no more lies
I never once in my sweet short life was waiting for desire
and there´s no more crying
and there´s no more pain
I never thought for one second I´d have nothing left but shame
in my happy home I barely breathe
I never once in my wayward life was heading to run out
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