lyrics
I've been here more than a billion times,
It's where I come to find my peice of mind,
There's no problems here I can unwind,
So far from everything, and I feel, I feel just fine
Light up a cigarette,
I don't think that I'll sleep tonight,
So far away from all the streets,
And all the city lights,
Look at the stars they shine so bright,
There's a billion and they're all mine,
But look at all the pretty things,
The silence blows right through the trees,
So far away and so alone,
Where I grew up, the place that I call home
Where I call home, home
I see the hills,
That I used to spend my summers on,
And nothings changed,
Even though I've been gone so long,
I see the school yard,
Where I used to run and play,
It feels so good,
To be reminded of those days
But look at all the pretty things,
The silence blows right through the trees,
So far away and so alone,
Where I grew up, the place that I call home
Where I call home, home, that's where I roam
Living here oh, I felt so safe,
Growing up in such a wonderful place,
Feeling free and oh so full of life,
Being here, brings me back in time
But look at all the pretty things,
The silence blows right through the trees,
So far away and so alone,
Where I grew up, the place that I call home
Where I call home, home, that's where I roam
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Chill,
released July 1, 2006
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