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The Brothers Comatose
The Brothers Comatose
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Lindsay Lou
Lindsay Lou
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Steve Height
Steve Height
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Ben Morrison
Ben Morrison
Вокал
Philip Brezina
Philip Brezina
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Addison Levy
Addison Levy
Мандолина
Alex Morrison
Alex Morrison
Банджо
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Ben Morrison
Ben Morrison
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Greg Holden
Greg Holden
Автор песен
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Greg Holden
Greg Holden
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Whynot Jansveld
Whynot Jansveld
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John Alagia
John Alagia
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The Golden State is burning crimson red
All the smoke is swirling in circles 'round my head
Gather up all my things and pack 'em all away
Running for my life through the hazy day
Oh my, it's high time
Pack it up, we got to leave now
And I wonder if we'll make it
Home again
Home again
Bolts of lightning are a pretty sight to see
But the rain never came to soak the redwood trees
Diablo winds are blowing through the hills
And at least my memories are with me still
Oh my, it's high time
Pack it up, we got to leave now
And I wonder if we'll make it
I'll shout at the heavens
I'm praying for rain
Let the clouds come a-rollin'
So we can go back home again
Home again
Home again
I'm hurting for all my friends that left today
Will they rebuild or will they move away
They're telling us to leave if we want to survive
If it's all gone at least we're still alive
I wanna go back home
I wanna go back home
I wanna go back home again
I wanna go back home
I wanna go back home
I wanna go back home again
I'll shout at the heavens
I'm praying for rain
Let the clouds come a-rollin'
So we can go back home again
So we can go back home again
I wanna build a home with you again
Written by: Ben Morrison, Greg Holden
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