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Back Home - Cold

Written by：Ronald Ward Jr/Samuel Mc Candless/Jeremy D. Marshall

When she walks into the room

They look up to see her face

All the glitter falls on her

And the rooms her stage

Don't you think you've had enough

Do their claws make sores

Take my hand and come away

And I'll take you home

I won't turn around can't be afraid

Taking you all the way back home

Innocence gone can't be the same

Taking you all the way back home back home

Will the world still be the same

Even if your gone

When the pillars start to fade

And the rooms just walls

Don't you think you've had enough

Do there claws make sores

Take my hand and come away

And I'll take you home

I won't turn around can't be afraid

Taking you all the way back home

Innocence gone can't be the same

Taking you all the way all the way

All the way

Don't you think you've had enough

What's the gun there for

Take my hand and fly away

And I'll take you home

Don't you think you've had enough

What's the gun there for

Take my hand and come away

And I'll take you

I won't turn around can't be afraid

Taking you all the way back home

Innocence gone can't be the same

Taking you all the way

I'll taking you all the way

I'll taking you all the way

I'll taking you all the way

I'll taking you all the way

I'll taking you all the way

I'll taking you all the way

I'll taking you all the way

I'll taking you all the way home