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