Ive been chasing snow for as long as I can remember. My whole life. And it makes me shiver. But as the cold wind blows it reminds me, I like the smell of summer rain better. Following a sober belief that where I end up will always be right for me. If I cant come home, And I cant be told, Where does that leave me in this world alone. Theres just no. And Ill try to sing, sing the songs that remind me that Im someone. But they dont quite make it. And when I let it all sink in, when I let it all sink in, Ill realise where Ive just run from. If I cant come home, And I cant be told, Where does that leave me in this world alone. And I know Im wrong, For the things Ive done, Im sorry I left you, in this world alone. But I cant come home, Cause of what Ive done, But will you believe me, when Im all alone.
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