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I'm so happy I don't know what's lacking God forbid this but If God does wish then 'cause On the beach, lay my ashes The Portslade side Where Fatboy Slim's new café is I think that I'll be a good one 'Cause I know what a dad is Touch my yout, girl, mum Then I'm swinging spanner's I shouldn't be so uptight Something that I need to manage Memories from I was a kid Football matches down the vic Grateful for all you did Did for ish Not quite in When I got caught calling sick Fuck this job, I'm on bits Over time, I over think All the things, all the things All the time that I coulda been big All the time that I coulda been rich And if you don't like me, then cool Do you think that I give two shits? And we all did, all got nicked Remember when I got beat, broken ribs Remember when I got caught watching I guess that I love them tits But it feels like home To me, it feels like home To you, it feels unknown Not like me, you don't know But it feels like home To me, it feels like home To you, it feels unknown Not like me, you don't know Memories from way back then Rolling zoots at George and hens Can't do stuff like that no more If I do that, I'd lose my head Arsenal playing, lose my bet Ten pound on, ten pound less Think if I put more on next game Then there's chance to get my ten Remember the days when we weren't bad Football matches with my dad And If I had to make one wish Then I'd wish to get them back Rest in peace mark And Dan, I hope you know I love you back When life gets shit, tall we stand Life gets shit, but it's all we have But it feels like home To me, it feels like home To you, it feels unknown Not like me, you don't know But it feels like home To me, it feels like home To you, it feels unknown Not like me, you don't know When I'm in Slade, it feels like home When I'm in Spain, it feels like home When I'm in Manchester up north or Bristol London feels like home So yeah You don't know anyone when you go there If I do a show there, I can make doe there I go because it feels like home there Please, nowhere that I'd rather be So proud that I grown up here The place with stones that's on the beach I'm proud that I belong up here More proud I could not be And maybe not to you But it feels like home to me Yeah, it feels like home to me
Writer(s): Frankie Thomas Stew, Harvey Elliot Gunn-humphryes, Bastiaan Johannes Van Der Vlist Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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