Ron Pope

Ron Pope - Brooklyn lyrics

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Oh Brooklyn, I wanna come home
Oh Brooklyn, I'm tired of the road

No love, no lust, all ashes to dust
Though we burn deep down, we bottle it up
Time to leave

And it's cold out front, the sun's coming up
And we're counting down, heat's on in the truck
And what's one more day? This distance remains hard for me

Oh Brooklyn, I wanna come home
Oh Brooklyn, I'm tired of the road

Morn' come, my heart, I can't stop the spinning
The wind, it sings, the words pull me in
But slow down, take care, it's darker out there than it seems

Oh Brooklyn, I wanna come home
Oh Brooklyn, I'm tired of the road
And the parts of me that call for you
At this moment, they are screaming out loud
Oh Brooklyn, where are you now?

Wholly, hold me, know what you don't see
It might mean more than the lies that you told me
Aye, wholly, hold me, know what you don't see
It might mean more to me

Oh Brooklyn, I wanna come home
Oh Brooklyn, I'm tired of the road

Oh Brooklyn, I wanna come home
Oh Brooklyn, I'm tired of the road
And the parts of me that call for you
At this moment, they're screaming out loud
Oh Brooklyn, where are you now?
Oh Brooklyn, where are you now?
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Language: English

Appearing on: Monster (2012)

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