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I'm coming home
My mother is home alone
And I am with my friends getting stoned
I keep looking over my shoulders,
There's nothing weighing me down
Combed winter wind with my fingers
The sun is more tempting now
I can feel something in my head
It's like a thorn bushed into my brain
My name echoed around my ears
It has been years
Sad voices raped my high
I am not mine
Your trust was murdered long ago
I've been to the corners you should never know
I'm coming home so don't you move
I swear to change, I swear on you
You be my guide and I'll follow
Take me home
The sun just drowned and it's getting cold
The night is young and I can feel your gloom
I'll be home by the brightest of the moon
It's the start of something beautiful
I'm coming home
And I am with my friends getting stoned
I keep looking over my shoulders,
There's nothing weighing me down
Combed winter wind with my fingers
The sun is more tempting now
I can feel something in my head
It's like a thorn bushed into my brain
My name echoed around my ears
It has been years
Sad voices raped my high
I am not mine
Your trust was murdered long ago
I've been to the corners you should never know
I'm coming home so don't you move
I swear to change, I swear on you
You be my guide and I'll follow
Take me home
The sun just drowned and it's getting cold
The night is young and I can feel your gloom
I'll be home by the brightest of the moon
It's the start of something beautiful
I'm coming home
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