| Кто тебя выхаживал
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| Грусть любовью скрашивал?
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| Позднею весной порастет травой
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| Тот, кто тебя нёс над головой
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| Тот, кто тебя нёс над головой
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| Slip up and fall straight into the arms of my mother
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| Break down and go right into the healing hands of my father
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| It's been a while since I came home
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| My heart is elsewhere as I roam and roam
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| Until I find myself alone
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| Childhood of misery is lifelong injury
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| No, it's not for me. |
| What I've always had
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| Father's love and mother's hand
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| Nobody has ever seen a bird crawl back to its eggshell
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| Followed by the bygone scenes
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| It makes me wanna get through them again!
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| I retrace my steps
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| To fall back into my nest
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| In a minute eyes are closed
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| Just to feel where I'm supposed to be
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| Is that what they call homesick?
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| Am I chasing the past?
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| Does my mind play insidious tricks?
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| Cuz the present moves too fast
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| Straight into the arms
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| Straight into the arms
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| (Кто тебя выхаживал?)
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| Straight into the arms
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| (Грусть любовью скрашивал?)
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| Straight into the arms
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| Falling back into my nest |