The underground fell to the
ground and fighting made no sense
I laid
down my arms and took my legs in my hands
I
had to walk away
I had to walk away
I
dream of coming home
Blood I can
smell and tears in my coat
A burning
burning dream
My past is present always
there
Scars left in my heart
The mirrors fighting not to lose the sense
I hold my head up high
The winds are
chiming like the ones at home
Against the
north I cry
I dream of coming home
The exile burns my brain
The exile
eats my heart
The exile tunes the sound
The exile cuts me down
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