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Your cheeks are red but it's not because of shame
Your lashes are white
Your hands are cold, but it's not because of blood
All we want is
Just to come back home
Just to come back home
Just to come back home
Snow on my left, snow on my right
I can't feel my legs
There's no horizon line
All we want is
Just to come back home
Just to come back home
Just to come back home
Winter covers windows with cold patterns
Painting flowers of the frozen lands
Raging seas and wistful plains
Dreams she always tries to fulfill
Just to come back home
Just to come back home
Just to come back home