The Copyrights - Expatriate Blues Тексты

I'm not home sick, I'm sick of home

Now I know when I'm back home I'll just be visiting
Now I know that my return won't be for long
When I'm gone this bedroom town
Just keeps on sleeping

The same sleep every year
Just like when I was here
I hate it with a smile
I miss it with a sneer
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