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I'd light a fire beside the skin and dig a hole for bones to layFind a sacred resting place where the pecking hens wont harm the eyes.Home, home the air I breatheHome, home the air I breathe It's not enough for me to wait for the open skies to fill with hymnits my kind to fill the air with broken empty hymnthere's a blade of grassthere are the things I ain'treminisce on my chest bones of flesh I integrateHome, home the air I breatheHome, home the air I breathe I'd light a fire beside the skin and dig a hole for bones to layFind a sacred resting place where the pecking hens wont harm the eyes.Home, home the air I breatheHome, home the air I breathe Home, home the air I breatheHome, home the air I breathe From Letras Mania