acoustic
folk
roots
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Lyrics
I'm unrejoyced
in the chapel of my choice,
a witness to
the ruin there.
The ruin there,
the ruin there.
A witness to the ruin there.
Its inglorious,
the things they asked of us.
We learned the lies
we need to tell.
The lies we need
the lies we need.
We learned the lies we need to tell.
Been in the low ground,
can't loose
what I found.
I've carried it all
a mighty long way.
A mighty long way,
a mighty long way,
I've carried it all
a mighty long way.
I still fight each day,
can't help my thoughts from straying
to the place
I call home.
I call home,
I call home,
to the place I call home.