Take me away. Take me to the place you call home. And no I don't mean your house on top of the hill. I mean the place that takes away all your pain. The place that makes you think, "damn I belong here". We runaway with a bag packed, a large wad of cash, and our craving for life. We seen the scariest streets and the most beautiful views. We gave up the place with four walls and roof. Traded it for a old car. They think we're stupid. We have nothing except each other. When I lay my head on your chest, I feel it.
I am home.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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