Sometimes I feel, the wind is blowing
but in a while, my heart goes down.
Don't make a fuss, it's cool, honey
it's paradise, so many lies.
Sometimes I feel, that was a near go
don't want to say.
I'm nearly proud.
I've tried enough, my God knows better
my God and you, so many lies.
Yes, I've tried, really hard
now I'm coming home, thank you. Nowhere.
I'm Coming home
coming home
coming home
coming home
coming home.
Sometimes I feel, the wind is blowing.
I play around. I tell you now.
Don't make a fuss, it works, honey
it's paradise, so many lies.
Yes, I've tried, really hard
now I'm coming home, thank you. Nowhere.
Coming home
coming home
coming home
coming home
coming home, yes, I'm coming home
my sweet babe.
Coming home, here we go again, coming home
yeh, yeh, coming home.
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