the lone state home My blood runs cold, I mourn Stole my sight but not my heart I miss my second home Adopted son doth mourn Mourn, yeah, yeah Be my
Something has got to happen In a state of disbelief so often I can't sleep, can't seem to focus This love so pure it almost broke us And I lie awake
blood runs cold I mourn Stole my sight But not my heart I miss my 2nd home (Your) adopted son doth morn adopted son Doth mourn Be my eyes Stole my sight
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blood runs cold I mourn Stole my sight But not my heart I miss my 2nd home (Your) adopted son doth morn adopted son Doth mourn Be my eyes Stole my