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I¢¥m Going Home
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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I¢¥m naked, desperate, cold
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Sick of the lies that I¢¥ve been told
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Alone with my soul
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Walking through a deep black hole
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I walk through a sea of autumn leaves
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In the orange light of a misty breeze
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Too cold to sweat too warm to freeze
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In the company of those deceased
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Home
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Going home
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I walked across the country
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I¢¥ve travelled all around
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My eyes always kept to my feet on the ground
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Searched for philosophy
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Lost my liberty
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Far away but still alone
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I¢¥ve ran away just to come home
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Rain pours through my dirty skin
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Washes my faith from my eternal sin
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So lonely on my way home
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I¢¥ve crossed the land to be alone
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I¢¥ve seen things that made me cry
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I¢¥ve heard too many desperate lies
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I¢¥ve passed the point of no return
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In darkness with no torch to burn
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With no torch to burn
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I walked across...
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Finally I reach the good old walls
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While in my heart a child-voice calls
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I cry, I thank god and knock
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Just to realize sadly and shocked
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That the door
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Is locked
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I walked across....
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I¢¥m Going Home
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| Another Tale |
