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• Artiste: Summer Camp
• Titre: Welcome To Condale
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Drive past in slow-mo, lines of leafy suburban streets The mayor drinks too much and smiles at everyone he meets It's a great place to raise kids but they never will grow up Families build houses on the graves of those they've loved I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home The crew gets meat at midnight but they never can go far They hold each other too close and lie about who they are Rows of perfect houses but the mothers still want more They chain smoke in the bedroom and there's fights behind the door Those who move away are left with an aching deep inside It's always Sunday, sunset, and it reeks of small town pride I'm coming home (I'm coming home) I'm coming home I'm coming home (I'm coming home) I'm coming home But you never went away You never went away But you never went away And this garden's laid out like the skirts of a homecoming queen Timeless and tormented like a half remembered dream I'm coming home (I'm coming home) I'm coming home I'm coming home (I'm coming home) I'm coming home But you never went away You never went away But you never went away