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When you come back home there’s no distance left to pace
So if you come back home does it really feel like home?
Dying’s good, dying’s fine and it’s as simple as it sounds
I looked at her and felt alright, now I know that I wanna die
So now will I ever get home?
Oh sweet rifle of mine, take me where I’ve never been
There’s plenty of places left to see but I need you to say it
I’ve been in Cuba and in Spain and what did I learn?
I learned the sea can set you free but nothing can keep me warm
So now will I ever get home?
Mary, no lie, I was just cleaning it up
But then I noticed the keys and you’ll notice I am gone
A shot at its best, with no grief nor shame
I bet you’ll say it’s selfish shit but I promise that I won’t care
So now will I finally get home?
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L'articolo Girless - Girless - Ernest di Girless è apparso su Rockit.it il 2020-10-15 09:48:10
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