Every day here is just the same
Singing the same song about the cold wind that blows
The feeling of every man here
No one out there really knows
Stories shared among us all
How we missed our loved ones back home
Listening to each of our stories
Deep inside I know I've a story of my own
Morning runs around the block
Caught the smell of the open sea
Looking out there with sweat getting into my eyes
I'm so far away from things I wish to see
Looking up at the orange skies as the sun sets
Oh how I wish you were here with me
And today I'm just seven more nights away
To the day I can come back where I used to be
2015
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