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by Chris Daughtry
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I 'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I 'm to the place where love
And good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
Well I 'm home,
to the place I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I 'm going home.
I 'm home.
The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love true.
And I don't know why.
You always to give me another try.
So I 'm going home,
to the place where I belong,
And where has always for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't this life I chose for me.
But these and faces are getting old,
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.
Oh, well I 'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where has always been enough for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this I for me.
But places and faces are getting old.
I said places and these are getting old,
So I 'm home.
I 'm going home.
Trying to hide the pain.
I 'm to the place where love
And good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
Well I 'm home,
to the place I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I 'm going home.
I 'm home.
The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love true.
And I don't know why.
You always to give me another try.
So I 'm going home,
to the place where I belong,
And where has always for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't this life I chose for me.
But these and faces are getting old,
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.
Oh, well I 'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where has always been enough for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this I for me.
But places and faces are getting old.
I said places and these are getting old,
So I 'm home.
I 'm going home.
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