Letra de Homemade por Alby Woolridge

The boy, the crowd
They always wanna… (ah)
If you wanna take a piece
You can sit and cry
The boy only want the applause from the crowd
But it can only make it happen
In her mind on the Homemade

He can dream, high
He dreamed all he could
He can fly, high
He flew all over the place
But he can’t sing, high
He did not lose sleep
He can make it happen
In her mind on the Homemade

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