Coming home

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And maybe all this time
I was walking the road
With blind eyes
And that's why
I couldn't see right
I could not see right

Because all this time
I trusted the devil
And haunted the angels
I've fell into the trap they made for me
While you were right in front of me

I couldn't see clear
Blinded by red lights
But now that i'm out of the woods
I'm turning back home to you
The one who waited all this time
For my return

I hope it's not too late
I hope you're not far away
Are you bored of me yet?

Please wait a little longer because
I'm coming home.




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