LYRIC

I'm walking back home
Can I call this home?
The snow is hard on my feet
The cold is rough on my cheeks

I miss my wife since she left, I still taste her kiss on my breathe
I wish I wasn't so cold, or terrified of getting old
I'm walking home
I'm walking home
I'm walking home
I'm walking home

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