Falling in Reverse - Coming Home Lyrics
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Coming Home
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What Are The Lyrics For Coming Home By Falling in Reverse?
Tell me who you are
Your father has forsaken you Left you with those scars My hope is that you'll make it through Hate must never win Even when we're worlds apart Your love is not a sin Even if it's hard Even when I'm far I will always be there Hold on my dear I'm coming home Don't let your fears Take control I can finally hear Her message loud and clear Hold on my dear I'm coming home Transmission from the stars A message from the atmosphere Etched into my heart Your purpose there is still unclear The ghost of you lives on Through everything I see and touch Even when you're gone Even if it's hard Even when I'm far I will always be there Hold on my dear I'm coming home Don't let your fears Take control I can finally hear Her message loud and clear Hold on my dear I'm coming home A fallen angel is what you are Your father has forsaken you Left you with those scars (Transmission override complete) My hope is that you make it through (five) Hate must never win (four) Even when we're worlds apart (three) Your love is not a sin (two) Even if it's hard (one) (Initiating self-destruct sequence now) Hold on my dear I'm coming home Don't let your fears Take control I can finally hear Her message loud and clear Hold on my dear I'm coming home I'm coming home (Hold on my dear, I'm coming home) |
Who Wrote Coming Home By Falling in Reverse?
Charles Massabo, Ronnie Radke
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What's The Duration Of The Coming Home By Falling in Reverse?The duration of Coming Home is 4:54 minutes and seconds. |
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