Текст, перевод и аккорды “Coming Home”
- Written by bob welch. We are the hungry ones On a campground thats been and gone Where are all the faces that I knew All the heroes in the bright burning truth Makes you feel real, real good in your bones When the hunger stops, and the truth is known My life, my light is coming home Yeah, coming home
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