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It's time to go home In the morning When the sun arrives, trying to milk the last of the night; When all left sane- you don't know your name, touch ups unnecessary,everybody looks the same; When your pockets have been robbed- your stomach sobs, but no mind paid; ...it's time to go home. In the morning When you wake your head, bass pumping still, light rudely bright; When bed's a wet mess,world's moving fast, dry mouth fumes of bad taste, never again you swear; When you wonder how you got there, what beast you leashed next to you; When you cook up concoctions to cure yourself, natural, oily, sleep, soul escapes this burning building; ...it's time to go home. In the morning When the house is clean- washed in rose scents, dusted with dark, sweet lavender; When the vibe alerts the minds- pockets full,friends plenty; When that morning doesn't feature- you already know your future; You just don't listen- the party night lights recalling; ...it's time to go home. Copyright © Apr 2005, All rights reserved