break of day won't bring you comfort
When you had a bad dream,
you're trying to shake it off
While you're trying to under
When somebody dies and nobody tries
Fingers of ice grasping your heart
And you wonder, is it me you see?
Then you scream for help,
and you wake up in tears.
You see, I'm lying there, because
God knows I'll come home.
darkness fills you up from inside
Like a grinning premonition,
But it feels more real than just fiction
The things that you see that
They're bringing you down
They're shaking your ground
Makes you shiver and ache
Yes, I'll always come home
Maybe I'll drink my own blood
Maybe I won't sing no more
Maybe I won't sing no more
But I'll always come home
God knows I'll come home to you
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