Home Of The Brave - Live

I don't even feel it, but, Lord, how I need it
When I'm not with her, I'm not all myself
Sometimes have my breakfast right off of a mirror
And sometimes, I'll have it right out of a bottle
Come on
Come on

I'm gonna rip it up, tear it out
Gotta get it off of my soul

I don't even miss you but that's 'cause I'm fucked up
And sure when it wears off then I will be hurting
And just 'cause the sun shines when you're out of my time
And just 'cause I feel bad and feel good to fly high
Come on
Come on

I'm gonna rip it up, tear it out
Gotta get you off of my soul



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Writer(s): David T. Clydesdale, Deborah Craig-claar
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