In the lonely nights I can feel the emptiness bigger, stronger all over me.
The bed is so big and cold.
You're not there beside me.
Worm me I'm so cold.
I'm lying on my back with my head up, steering striate up in the ceiling.
The tears is coming back, like every night.
Ooh, all those tears I've been crying.
They never stop!
My black, cold, empty room seem so small.
I can't breath here in this room, in this country!
My heart and soul is already with you.
So, what am I doing here, why am I staying here to become unhappy?
When will my pain stop?
I guess when you save me.
Come and take me back, home!
This is not my home.
I'm so lost here.
It won't be my home, if you're not here with me!
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