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They say home is where the heart is. |
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Well my heart has grown black. |
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They say you can't go home again. |
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But this time I'm never, never going back. |
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This world is not our home. |
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Our home. |
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In this world I'm not along, alone. |
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This path it is my own. |
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But I keep running back. |
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I keep running back, |
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I keep running back, running back to You. |
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This time is ours. |
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It's so hard to let You go. |
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To let You go. |
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They say home is where the heart is. |
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Well my heart has grown black. |
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They say you can't go home again. |
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But this time I'm never, never going back. |
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I keep running back. |
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I keep running back, running back to You. |
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This time is ours. |
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It's so hard to let You Go. |
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To let You go. |
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I'm coming back home. |