Home Is Where We Are
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Bloc Party - Where Is Home

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Off to the funeral

making cola knots

We sit and reminisce

about the past and in her voice

only sadness her only son taken from her

In every headline we are reminded

that this is not home for us

In every headline we are reminded

that this is not home for us

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Second generation blues or

points of view not listened to

Different worlds and different rules of allegiance

Claiming to the bible and a spatula

the memory of the way things were

I do not see how I cannot smile

I deal with anger all the time

You'll win, what they did to the black men

In every headline we are reminded

that this is not home for us

Where is it?

Where is home?

Where is it?

Where is home?

I walk this mountain tired of lunity and belligerence

this told me what a flat wave is getting me down

I want to stamp on the face of

every young policeman today

And break the fingers of every old judge to cut off

the feet of every ballerina I can

So I decide I decide I pretend

that there's nothing wrong

The teeth of this world take me home and every day

I must ask myself, where, where, where

Where is it?

Where is home?

Where is it?

Where is home?

In every headline we are reminded

that this is not home for us

In every headline we are reminded

that this is not home for us

☆ 制

Bloc Party - Where Is Home

☆ 制

Off to the funeral

making cola knots

We sit and reminisce

about the past and in her voice

only sadness her only son taken from her

In every headline we are reminded

that this is not home for us

In every headline we are reminded

that this is not home for us

☆ 制

Second generation blues or

points of view not listened to

Different worlds and different rules of allegiance

Claiming to the bible and a spatula

the memory of the way things were

I do not see how I cannot smile

I deal with anger all the time

You'll win, what they did to the black men

In every headline we are reminded

that this is not home for us

Where is it?

Where is home?

Where is it?

Where is home?

I walk this mountain tired of lunity and belligerence

this told me what a flat wave is getting me down

I want to stamp on the face of

every young policeman today

And break the fingers of every old judge to cut off

the feet of every ballerina I can

So I decide I decide I pretend

that there's nothing wrong

The teeth of this world take me home and every day

I must ask myself, where, where, where

Where is it?

Where is home?

Where is it?

Where is home?

In every headline we are reminded

that this is not home for us

In every headline we are reminded

that this is not home for us

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