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_Morfema - Homesick Lyrics



_Morfema - Homesick Lyrics
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Three years, gone in a puff of smoke (or maybe chimney fumes, more likely). Head full of souvenirs, experiences I wouldn't trade for a pint at The pub down the road. Met some right characters, beautiful souls, the kind that make you grow a bit, see the world through a kaleidoscope, not a greasy chip shop window. (Though those have their charm, too, at 3 am).
Yeah, I found myself, sifted through the layers like a deck of dog-eared memories. Learned what makes the record skip, what's worth the needle on repeat. Time's a funny thing, stretches thin over some, a blur for others. Here, it's a runaway train, back home, a slow burn.
But nights catch me scrolling through the phone's graveyard, photos of faces etched with a different kind of time. The folks back home, greying at the temples, a wrinkle for every laugh I missed. Makes you wonder, is the view from here worth the distance, when the hands on their clocks tick just the same?
Yeah, I found myself, sifted through the layers like a deck of dog-eared memories. Learned what makes the record skip, what's worth the needle on repeat. Time's a funny thing, stretches thin over some, a blur for others. Here, it's a runaway train, back home, a slow burn.
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Three years, gone in a puff of smoke (or maybe chimney fumes, more likely). Head full of souvenirs, experiences I wouldn't trade for a pint at The pub down the road. Met some right characters, beautiful souls, the kind that make you grow a bit, see the world through a kaleidoscope, not a greasy chip shop window. (Though those have their charm, too, at 3 am).
Yeah, I found myself, sifted through the layers like a deck of dog-eared memories. Learned what makes the record skip, what's worth the needle on repeat. Time's a funny thing, stretches thin over some, a blur for others. Here, it's a runaway train, back home, a slow burn.
But nights catch me scrolling through the phone's graveyard, photos of faces etched with a different kind of time. The folks back home, greying at the temples, a wrinkle for every laugh I missed. Makes you wonder, is the view from here worth the distance, when the hands on their clocks tick just the same?
Yeah, I found myself, sifted through the layers like a deck of dog-eared memories. Learned what makes the record skip, what's worth the needle on repeat. Time's a funny thing, stretches thin over some, a blur for others. Here, it's a runaway train, back home, a slow burn.
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Writer: Lluís Colomer Coll
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Performed By: _Morfema
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Lluís Colomer Coll

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