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Shot the Sun (Take me home)
My place is full of many things
empty without love
the Rolls Royce broke on the road
My handgun shot the sun
Take me home
Bring me home
Take me home
Bring me home
Tell mama I never chose
They came knocking down my throat
I was never meant to be born
The love for life is now at my door
Take me home
Bring me home
Take me home
Bring me home
the reality of life, the white noise in the sky
