Capo: 3
If home is where the heart is
Then mine has lost its beat
Past the threshold of confliction
Where love and hatred meet
Here, where Iâm standing
Is where you once stood
And calling through the hallway now
Wonât do anyone no good
Now I donât want the end to come
And the mirrors reflect all my fears
I donât want your thoughts to end
Take away these days but not our years
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Through consequence and feeling
Iâm changing my own mind
And all the time deceiving
Those who run as I hide
The house where Iâm living
Will never be my home
I suffocate in confusion
Of whatâs right or wrong
Now I donât want the end to come
And the mirrors reflect all my fears
I donât want your thoughts to end
Take away these days but not our years
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