Home - Sam Reynolds
I struck up a match
And I lit up a firecracker in your eyes
Ignite and ascend the snowy sky
Try to be quiet like were lying
This is all you came to be
I'll throw myself into your grave
Home will never be the same
Touch me and cast off my wintry cloak
Suspend this sober sense of cold
You and I rearranged catalogs
Casting our lines into the holes
This is all you came to be
I'll throw myself into your grave
Home will never be the same again
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