A Return Home Songtext
He drives past;
something hits him--
some kind of memory makes him feel empty.
He drives past;
something hits him,
some kind of memory punches the hole, throws him down.
Can't be right, doesn't feel like sunshine doesn't feel like rain.
Take away to fill the void.
something hits him--
some kind of memory makes him feel empty.
He drives past;
something hits him,
some kind of memory punches the hole, throws him down.
Can't be right, doesn't feel like sunshine doesn't feel like rain.
Take away to fill the void.
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