Missing Home

Well, it's Sunday
And I'm missing home
I've been away for months
Miss those rainy days
Out in the balcony
Hearing the sounds
My mother's rooting for me
And I can't disappoint her now
Won't forget what my father said
When I left to find my way

You're my baby
But this is now your story
So Baby get ready
To fill your eyes with glory
When you'll be far up to the stars
I'll miss you like hell
But don't forget that
All the stars are onto you
Wow Wow
Wow Wow
What it takes to be brave
In a world I just found out
Where the streets ain't the same
And the summer has a different sound
Give me a sign
Where I belong
I swear I'll keep the run
Now I get what my father said
He shows me where's my way

He said "You're my baby
But this is not your story
So Baby get ready
To fill your eyes with glory

When you'll be far up to the stars
I'll miss you like hell
But don't forget that
All the stars are onto you
Wow Wow
Wow Wow
You're my baby
But this is not your story
So Baby get ready
To fill your eyes with glory
When you'll be far up to the stars
I'll miss you like hell
But don't forget that
All the stars are onto you



Credits
Writer(s): Alberto Ciccarini, Leiner Riflessi
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