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Coming Home



Asp - Coming Home - Текст песни

At night I lie awake 
And not a minute longer can I take 
The voices I can hear 
Chanting of my end, creeping near 

Angel, spread your wings 
How beautiful it sounds when sirens sing 

Coming home 
Coming home 
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles 
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles 

I can hear them moan 
In the wind so cold it cuts through flesh and bone 
Now I am prey 
They will come for me and I will have to pay 

Angel, spread your wings 
How beautiful it sounds when sirens sing 

Coming home 
Coming home 
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles 
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles 

Kein Weg zurück 
Kein Weg hinaus 
Kein Weg zurück 
Kein Weg hinaus 
Kein Weg zurück 
Kein Weg hinaus 
Kein Weg zurück 
Kein Weg hinaus 

Beware - no false move 
I don't know why I have to reach the roof 
And I run up the stairs 
The steps all rotten, but I no longer care 

Coming home 
Coming home 
Coming home 
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles 
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles 
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles 
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles 
Coming home 
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles 
Coming home 
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles 
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles 
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles 
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
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