The Classic Crime - Far From Home (Далеко от дома) | Текст песни

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I've got a bad
taste in me
It's like I've been robbed
of something I once was
in my childhood memories

and its buried in sandboxes
backyard where we used to see
that dreams could come true
if believed
the sidewalks scream our names
we are so far from home
far from home

I've got a bad
pain in my heart
it's like the first time
that I looked in your eyes
the first time
it all fell apart

and it's buried in sandboxes
backyard where we used to see
that dreams could come true
if believed
the sidewalks scream our names
we are so
far from home
far from home
but now, we are so
far from home
far from home

all I have is words
to which I'm a slave
I scribble them down,
hoping they'll save me,
but I'm lost
I'm so lost

These pages will burn
and I'll pass away
Yesterday's gone
and I just can't shake
the fact that I'm lost
I'm so lost

but now we are so far from home
far from home
now, we are so far from home
far from home
but now we are so
far from home
far from home
far from home
we are so
far from home
far from home

now, we are so
far from home
far from home
now, we are so
far from home
far from home

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