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"Shush", said the match to the box, "Don't call me a burnout" I've been lying in this masquerade for days now The novelty's worn thin But we could use these useless wooden limbs To build a fort and wage war Against something no one's though of yet We'll design a flag and fight amongst ourselves I'm sorry but these words keep coming so I'll just keep on... talking shit But you're used to it Here's to drunken Lloyd's Monday nights Here's to roads and roads of harmless bar fights Here's to broken trigger fingers Click, click, there's no place like home And I wanna die before the songs inside my head Ever reach my fingers, or ever commit to tape So they will never know, just how far they really were From ever letting go And I never want to share another note Click, click, there's no place like home Letras de canciones Here's to Ross's need for Ritalin Here's to Rick and Sam's spiced rum addiction Here's to one toy Sarah, Jake (?) To Tommy's hair and Nick's killer leap frogs Click, click, there's no place like home Click, click, there's no place like home Click, click, there's no place like home, home Home's not a place, it's not roads nor walls Streetsigns, bedsheets, or local swimming pools It's the waves, the smiles, the pleasantries Those loving kicks in the shin when you forget to breathe My home is wherever my friends are From Letras Mania