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matthew good band - the boy come home lyrics

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while i go over it in my head
i’ll walk through those doors and stand there staring
there ain’t one soul that’s in there dead
my hand stays out, i keep my head

and walking out i see you sitting
in that ford of your old man’s
scratching your arms like your skin is crawling
but done up the best you can

face was piling through your window
them papas they can’t tell
it’s strange to think we could have been so
brought up by ourselves

run through the streets like rivers raging
to seas of barren sand
and while every grain tears you apart, stay
done up the best you can

running for the line stretched to the desert
and camouflaged hotels
we’re traded up to new distinctions
puts justice in your sh-lls

take one for the team and that pretty lady
well, used to cover up the smell
but when you get back, boy, you’re just crazy
if you dare kiss and tell

this aching heart ain’t something i done
this aching heart’s been handed down
but i’m done with it now, i’m done with it now
i’m done with it now

so i take this screaming in my head
i’ll walk through those doors and stand there staring
and my hand slips into my coat
and everything just freezes

running out i see you sitting
in that ford of your old man’s

the boy come home, yeah
the boy come home, yeah

- matthew good band lyrics

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