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well I met this kid in Philly who saysYou gotta live without a home to have what it takesSo I turned in my key, yeah I turned in my keyUntil they say, "Who is this?"Hey Miss Alyssa, you don't got the catchDon't play your songs, make some words upI guess I already knew I'd be coming home to youWhy am I running all alone?I guess it's how I've always beenTimes have hardened up my chinYou never know what's coming 'til it hits right homeWhen every band's got a fist full of datesAnd a brand new van that their parents bought for themIt says "Sorry son, the market's full."Hey Miss Alyssa, would you help me out?I've lost my muse, make some words upI guess I already knew I'd be coming home to youWhy am I running all alone?I guess it's how I've always beenTimes have hardened up my chinYou never know what's coming 'til it hits right homeLetras de cancionesWork hard, don't sleepSave up, can't thinkSettle down, make homesSubtle now, make it homeWork hard, don't sleepNo time this weekSettle down, make homesSubtle now, make it homeHey Miss Alyssa, you don't the catchDon't play your songs, make the words upI guess I already knew I'd be coming home to youWhy am I running all alone?I guess it's how it's always beenTimes will hardened up your chinYou never know what's coming 'til it hits right home From Letras Mania