Sir Chloe - Home Where

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It's getting awful loud
Inside your open mouth
Nothing prepares me now
For cold and seething sounds
Into evening
Got nowhere to hide these days

Home where nobody goes
I want a place I call my own
Home where nobody knows
What I become when I'm alone

I know those angel eyes
They're no good with goodbyes
Into evening
Got nowhere to hide these days

Home where nobody goеs
I want a place I call my own
Home wherе nobody knows
What I become when I'm alone
Take a wrong turn if I'm not careful
Be dishonest if I'm uncomfortable
Take a wrong turn if I'm not careful

Home where nobody goes
I want a place I call my own
Home where nobody knows
What I become when I'm alone

Take a wrong turn if I'm not careful
Be dishonest if I'm uncomfortable
Take a wrong turn if I'm not careful