On my way home
I'm on my way home and
I suddenly think of you.
It's not that you're really important now,
I just got nothing else to do.
I think of our history,
but I don't worry and I don't fear.
And when I'm done with this part,
I'll think of you and me in a few years.
I suddenly think of you.
It's not that you're really important now,
I just got nothing else to do.
I think of our history,
but I don't worry and I don't fear.
And when I'm done with this part,
I'll think of you and me in a few years.
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