I've been searching desert lands
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Oh what a place to call home
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The wind will wash away my tracks
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Oh what a place to call home
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I'll do everything I can to hide the wounds on my feet to make myself look healthy
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Oh what a place to call home, ohh
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Please show me something that can shake my bones
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I want to feel the fear rush through my veins
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My hands are cold from holding on to hopes
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Even ghosts have gone away
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It's all the same
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I've been sinking through deep seas
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Oh what a place to call home
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The current sings a ghostly tune
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Oh what a place to call home
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And I'll walk with the phantoms of the sea
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Listen to the whispers until somehow I hear melodies
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Oh what a place to call home
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Please show me something that can shake my bones
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I want to feel the fear rush through my veins
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My hands are cold from holding on to hopes
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Even ghosts have gone away
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It's all the same
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And I am a ghost of great
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The sea
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The sand
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Just a memory of something sweet
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And I'll say I've got everything I need
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But the only thing I have is thrill of holding my breath
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This is me drifting out to sea
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Ohh what a place to call home
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These Ghosts, My Hopes, The Sand, The Sea
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| Daphne Loves Derby |
