In a word
Perfect
All the years
Worth it
Suffering for selling
The dream
To the few who hide behind the screams of
Freedom, run to me
Freedom
A right to choose
A place to call
Your home
Your own home
Where you'll grow old
You'll become a man
In your home
Your own home
Where you'll grow old
Your women in your hand
With a word
Guilty
No remorse
Yeah plenty
To stop a man from having his say
Knowing that his time will come the day you
You free him, from this room
Free him
Give him the right to choose
A place to call
Your home
Your own home
Where you'll grow old
And you'll become a man
In your home
Your own home
Where you'll grow old
Your women in your hand
Freedom, run to me
Freedom
A right to choose
A place to call
Home, your own home
Where you'll grow old
And you'll become a man
In your home
Your own home
Where you'll grow old
Your women in your hand
Just Jinjer - Home Lyrics
Just Jinjer - Home Lyrics
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In a word
Perfect
All the years
Worth it
Suffering for selling
The dream
To the few who hide behind the screams of
Freedom, run to me
Freedom
A right to choose
A place to call
Your home
Your own home
Where you'll grow old
You'll become a man
In your home
Your own home
Where you'll grow old
Your women in your hand
With a word
Guilty
No remorse
Yeah plenty
To stop a man from having his say
Knowing that his time will come the day you
You free him, from this room
Free him
Give him the right to choose
A place to call
Your home
Your own home
Where you'll grow old
And you'll become a man
In your home
Your own home
Where you'll grow old
Your women in your hand
Freedom, run to me
Freedom
A right to choose
A place to call
Home, your own home
Where you'll grow old
And you'll become a man
In your home
Your own home
Where you'll grow old
Your women in your hand
Perfect
All the years
Worth it
Suffering for selling
The dream
To the few who hide behind the screams of
Freedom, run to me
Freedom
A right to choose
A place to call
Your home
Your own home
Where you'll grow old
You'll become a man
In your home
Your own home
Where you'll grow old
Your women in your hand
With a word
Guilty
No remorse
Yeah plenty
To stop a man from having his say
Knowing that his time will come the day you
You free him, from this room
Free him
Give him the right to choose
A place to call
Your home
Your own home
Where you'll grow old
And you'll become a man
In your home
Your own home
Where you'll grow old
Your women in your hand
Freedom, run to me
Freedom
A right to choose
A place to call
Home, your own home
Where you'll grow old
And you'll become a man
In your home
Your own home
Where you'll grow old
Your women in your hand
Writer: ARD MATTHEWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.