Gabrielle Aplin

Gabrielle Aplin - Coming Home lyrics

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I wonder where my friend has gone
I wonder where it all went wrong
Was there something that I should have known?
I looked for him in Amsterdam
I cried for him in Birmingham
Wondered if he's ever coming home

Coming home, coming home
Standing underneath the sky with nothing of my own
I'm here picking flowers but all my seeds are left unsown
Better off if he was coming home
Better off if he was coming home

Had a man, tall and fine
I left him by an old road sign
Told him I was off to Mexico
With my feet on the track
And your shadow on my back
Wondered if I'm ever coming home

Coming home, coming home
Standing underneath the sky with nothing of my own
I'm here picking flowers but all my seeds are left unsown
Better off if he was coming home
Better off if he was coming home

Coming home, coming home
Standing underneath the sky with nothing of my own
I'm here picking flowers but all my seeds are left unsown
Better off if he was coming home
Better off if he was coming home
Better off if he was coming home
Better off if he was coming home
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Author: Gabrielle Aplin, Lisa Hannigan, John Smith

Composer: Gabrielle Aplin, Lisa Hannigan, John Smith

Publisher: Parlophone

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Released in: 2015

Language: English

Appearing on: Light Up The Dark (Deluxe edition) (2015)

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