Home. Sweet home.
I come again. I come alone.
Home. Sweet home.
My only friendly best syndrome.
Leaning together
In the cold weather
We lived here. We did.
Our dry bleather
Our cheap leather
You were young. I was kid.
Home. Sweet home.
I come again. I come alone.
Home. Sweet home.
My only friendly best syndrome.
Life still went on
Like a wounded swan -
Diagnose. Desease.
Life quickly has gone,
Like extra chess pawn -
Now windows are opened. Breeze.
Home. Sweet home.
I come again. I come alone.
Home. Sweet home.
My only friendly best syndrome.
Past
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