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It was always there The conflict If it wasn't at the Kurdish border It was within the heart of Ankara Spreading rapidly through the country. They named the airport After Atatürk, First Turk. Bet you would turn in your grave I still remember your portrait vividly There was reason and natural authoroty In the depths of your brown eyes. We fell asleep under your watchfull gaze now that's a handsome man She marked herself as "safe in Istanbul" The tension rose within me And I knew that if anything Ever happened to you I'd never get over it I gritted my teeth and typed "Why don't you just come home now" On paper, you are home But in our hearts Your home is here Come home come home come back
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
Come home
It was always there The conflict If it wasn't at the Kurdish border It was within the heart of Ankara Spreading rapidly through the country. They named the airport After Atatürk, First Turk. Bet you would turn in your grave I still remember your portrait vividly There was reason and natural authoroty In the depths of your brown eyes. We fell asleep under your watchfull gaze now that's a handsome man She marked herself as "safe in Istanbul" The tension rose within me And I knew that if anything Ever happened to you I'd never get over it I gritted my teeth and typed "Why don't you just come home now" On paper, you are home But in our hearts Your home is here Come home come home come back
Her: I don't think I should go to the airport right now Me: watch your tone missy.
lily-nurmi
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
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