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Love was thin thread in the seam
Of her harsh words and your soft defeat.
Mmm, but love need never decide.
Mmm, other girls are styrofoam inside.
Empty sidewalk, empty street.
Walk on weary, worried feet.
Heaven spreads above the trees.
You set your woman down.
And you can't recreate the sound
Of home.
Remorse is such a filthy bloodhound.
Stalks your steps, nose to the ground.
Mmm, your face is cooled against the windowpane
Across the fields of endless waving grain.
Will you rust up come the rain?
Will the tears erode your face?
It's a bitter bloody taste.
You set your woman down.
Sink back into the soil.
Let your imagination spoil.
Combust amongst the toil.
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You can't recreate the sound
You can't recreate the sound
You can't recreate the sound
Of home.
Through the ache of daybreak
Through the ache of daybreak
Will you rust up come the rain?
Will the tears erode your face?
It's a bitter bloody taste.
You set your woman down.
Sink back into the soil.
Let your imagination spoil.
Combust amongst the toil.
You set your woman down.
You can't recreate the sound
You can't recreate the sound
You can't recreate the sound
You can't recreate the sound
You can't recreate the sound
You can't recreate the sound
You can't recreate the sound
Of home.