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by Chris Daughtry
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I 'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I 'm going to the place where love
And good don't cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
Well I 'm going home,
Back to the where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I for me.
But these places and these are getting old,
So I 'm going home.
Well I 'm home.
The miles are longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not the best man or for you.
But your love remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to me another try.
So I 'm going home,
to the where I belong,
And where love has always been enough for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I you got me all wrong.
I don't this I chose for me.
But these and these faces are old,
Be you wish for,
'Cause you might get it all.
You just get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.
Oh, well I 'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are old,
So I 'm going home.
I 'm going home.
Trying to hide the pain.
I 'm going to the place where love
And good don't cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
Well I 'm going home,
Back to the where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I for me.
But these places and these are getting old,
So I 'm going home.
Well I 'm home.
The miles are longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not the best man or for you.
But your love remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to me another try.
So I 'm going home,
to the where I belong,
And where love has always been enough for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I you got me all wrong.
I don't this I chose for me.
But these and these faces are old,
Be you wish for,
'Cause you might get it all.
You just get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.
Oh, well I 'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I 'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are old,
So I 'm going home.
I 'm going home.
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