Why are the street lights turned off ?
My head hurts I think I had enough
I will light my way
I will come back home today
I feel the cold but I'm moving on
I see the lightning but i wont run
I found it that place so beautiful
Its so not horrible its so enjoyable
I found the place where I grew up
i found the place where my grandfather opened his first shop
but now how did the days pass by so fast ??
I went away and forgot to ask
but I found it
It became my habbit
Home I am coming back to you !!
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