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Soon As I Get Home / Home

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 22.06.2012

Miss One?
Munchkins?

There's a feeling here inside
That I cannot hide
And I know I've tried
But it's turning me around

I'm not sure that I'm aware
If I'm up or down
Or here or there
I need both feet on the ground

Maybe I'm just going crazy
Let myself get uptight
I'm acting just like a baby
But I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be alright

Soon as I get home
Soon as I get home
Soon as I get home

In a different place
In a different time
Different people around me
I would like to know of that different world
And how different they find me

And just what's a Wiz
Is he big, will he scare me?
If I ask to leave
Will the Wiz even hear me?
How will I know then
If I'll ever get home again?

Here I am alone
Though it feels the same
I don't know where I'm going
I'm here on my own
And it's not a game
And a strange wind is blowing

I'm so amazed
At the things that I see here
Don't want to be afraid
I just don't want to be afraid
I just don't want to be here
In my mind this is clear
What am I doing here?

I wish I was home

I wish
I wish
I wish


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