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Coming Home Lyrics
Oh sweet sorrow
Let's write the book tomorrow
For I caught a glimpse
Been obsessed with it ever since
My eyes no longer weak
Amongst the clarity
That you pronounce in me
Won, you have won
My illumination has begun
I am happily indifferent
To the ones who have
Consistently been wrong
And all that once confined us
Like minutiae at its finest
Now is gone
Oh sweet sorrow
Let's write the book tomorrow
My eyes no longer weak
Amongst the clarity
That you pronounce in me
I am happily indifferent
To the ones who have
Consistently been wrong
And all that once confined us
Like minutiae at its finest
Now is gone
And all that that lies before me
Like the asphalt, lures me forward
Towards home
Home
I'm coming home
Let's write the book tomorrow
For I caught a glimpse
Been obsessed with it ever since
My eyes no longer weak
Amongst the clarity
That you pronounce in me
My illumination has begun
To the ones who have
Consistently been wrong
And all that once confined us
Like minutiae at its finest
Now is gone
Let's write the book tomorrow
Amongst the clarity
That you pronounce in me
I am happily indifferent
To the ones who have
Consistently been wrong
And all that once confined us
Like minutiae at its finest
Now is gone
Like the asphalt, lures me forward
Towards home
Home
I'm coming home
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