Home from Home by Xan Tyler & Dusty Stray

I dressed myself this morning
Ran a comb right through my hair
Sat on the sofa
And I felt that you were there

There where you would read
Watch TV
There where you would be
Waiting for me
To come home

Sometimes there was laughter
Sometimes it was hell
Not a lot of romance
But we knew each other well

I guess I took for granted
You were always by my side
No reason not to trust me
It was so easy to lie

There where you would read
Watch TV
There where you would be
Waiting for me
To come home

Though I know it’s over
I’m up for one more try
I never said I was sorry
We never said goodbye

And I never missed you
As much as I do now
Surrounded by your memory
To pull me through somehow

There where you would read
Watch TV
There where you would be
Waiting for me
To come home
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