I wanna sleep under a different piece of sky
I wanna live a little bit before I die
I wanna be so close to Heaven I see angels
She'll say: Are you alright? How's your work?
Are you alright? How's my girl?
And I'll say, I'm feelin' strong
But it's been too long
So I wrote this song, to say I miss you
And tell you I'm comin' home
Momma, I'm comin' home
Some say I’m crazy, a little loco
And most of my friends will live a die in this zip code
It might be for me, but until I go
How am I ever supposed to know
I gotta get gone
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