This could be another funny story, if I ever had a choice
This could be another waste of glory, if I was proud of what we have
8 at night you drink alone upstairs, and you´re chatting with your boo
At the sofa you´re watching big brother, making friends you never knew
How this began we may never know
Cause you know we´re looking for something that´s lost in our souls
Home is changing so fastly, and it seems they don´t care
But I´m looking behind, admitting mistakes that I had
Now the phone rings and there´s no answer, no one thinks that´s for them
Maybe doctors are looking for him, maybe judges are too
Maybe cousins just want her voice, but they´ll never, never tell
Cause they never, never talk, and it´s never, never well
How this began we may never know
Cause you know we´re looking for something that´s lost in our souls
Home is changing so fastly, and it seems they don´t care
But I´m looking behind, admitting mistakes that I had
And I hear that they´re planning what I think that doesn´t worth
This new house could never fix what is made in our road
We´re hurting each other, using silence instead of voice
While stubbornness is hiding our chance to have a choice
How this began we may never know
Cause you know we´re looking for something that´s lost in our souls
Home is changing so fastly, and it seems they don´t care
But I´m looking behind, admitting mistakes that I had
But I´m looking behind, admitting mistakes that you had
But I´m looking behind, admitting mistakes that we had.
CP
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