Mawu Ndi Matembenuzidwe - Home
— yoyimba ndi Nickelback
"Home" mawu ndi zomasulira. Dziwani amene adalemba nyimboyi. Pezani yemwe ali wopanga komanso wotsogolera kanema wanyimboyi. "Home" wolemba, mawu, makonzedwe, nsanja zotsatsira, ndi zina zotero. "Home" ndi nyimbo yomwe idapangidwa pa chingerezi. "Home" idayimbidwa ndi Nickelback
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"Home" ili ndi mawu m'chinenero chingerezi.
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Lyrics:
Lying awake, did it again for christ’s sake.
Shoulda told her to go, and i know it, but she tasted like home.
Yeah she tasted like home.
I did what i did, can’t say ‘hey man, i’m just a kid’, saw the lie in my eyes couldn’t hide it, cause she tasted like home.
Yeah she tasted like home.
Well home ain’t what i’d call it when i’m the only ghost walking through the hallways.
The pain gets so much clearer, when the one to blame is standing in the mirror.
This fool, this liar… lit a match and set his life on fire.
I guess i’d rather be alone in a house that’s not a home.
The pain in my heart’s, cause we’re a thousand miles apart, i got no one to blame for the shame, cause she’s waiting back home.
I hope she’s waiting back home.
Stupid to think, that i could blame it on the drink.
Now i’m trying to stall, making calls to someone back home.
I hope there’s someone back home.
Well home ain’t what i’d call it, when i’m the only ghost walking through the hallways.
The pain gets so much clearer, when the one to blame is standing in the mirror.
This fool, this liar… lit a match and set his life on fire.
I guess i’d rather be alone in a house that’s not a home.
Walk through the door and there’s no light on anymore.
Must have known all along i was wrong, cause there’s no one at home.
No one’s waiting back home.
Well home ain’t what i’d call it when i’m the only ghost walking through the hallways.
The pain gets so much clearer when the one to blame is standing in the mirror.
This fool, this liar… lit a match and set his life on fire.
I guess i’d rather be alone in a house that’s not a home.