Home alone with half packed suitcases,
laying back beer in hand,
looking at flashes of the life I've lived here.
I close my eyes and it's a house full of familiar sounds, people, smells.
I open them and it's.... four walls.
laying back beer in hand,
looking at flashes of the life I've lived here.
I close my eyes and it's a house full of familiar sounds, people, smells.
I open them and it's.... four walls.
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