Lyrics
theres debts to be paid, death-beads to be made. hidden agenda, that i know, just cant wait.
raining outside but i see its not gonna last, miles to go, one more exit to pass. i'll feel much better, with this place to my back.
i miss this, i miss everyone.
i miss this, so now i'm coming home.
clear a path motherfucker, i'm coming home.
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