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Florence Sinclair
Florence Sinclair
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Okay sorry, I can't forgive you this time
Through the struggle and discourse sorry, baby, I've been blind
As my head hangs low, and I tell myself, "boy, you'll be fine"
There's no place like home or the train line
There's no place like home or the train line
No place like home or the train line
There's no home for the hopeless
There's no home for the hopeless
Whole lot of pain that I'm holding back
Sorry to say you're indulged in that
I threw a paper plane with my soul attached
Cause I'm leaving home and I ain't coming back
Silhouettes seeping through the trees
I don't want to leave
Haunted by different memories
Silhouettes rushing through the trees
Who do I believe?
I just pack my bags and I leave
Okay sorry, I can't forgive you this time
Through the struggle and discourse sorry, baby, I've been blind
As my head hangs low, and I tell myself, "boy, you'll be fine"
There's no place like home or the train line
No place like home or the train line
No place like home or the train line
There's no home for the hopeless
There's no home for the hopeless
Written by: Florence Sinclair
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