Nhạc sĩ: Chiara Hunter, Alma
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I used to blame me when she got crazy I can't think too much about what they say Now these Sundays got me feeling like Mondays I know I drink too much, but it's okay My life is full of random pages I've been weak, contagious But I'm coming back, I'm coming back to me Oh, but I know that everything changes All things turn to basics Now I'm coming back, I'm coming back to me Now I'm coming back to me Now I'm coming back to me Now I'm coming back Now I'm coming back to me Now I'm coming back to me Now I'm coming back to me Now I'm coming back to me When life gets harder And the mind gets darker I remind myself Never too late Cause I know that I got it too deep And I know that I want it duly So easily, we just walk away My life is full of prints of pages I've been weak, contagious But I'm coming back, I'm coming back to me Oh, but I know that everything changes Hard things turn to basics Now I'm coming back, I'm coming back to me Now I'm coming back to me Now I'm coming back to me Now I'm coming back to me Now I'm coming back to me Now I'm coming back to me Now I'm coming back to me Now I'm coming back to me Now I'm coming back to me