Home is where the rain is soft and soothing
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Home is where the comfort is confusing
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Chased and cored like burning bridges
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Swallowing the tracks across my head
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Always moving in the wrong direction
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Animated statue eyes are blinking
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Reflex of asphyxiated thinking
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Suspended, so much badly destracted
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Out of touch I'm out of reach
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Struck by a car
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Crushed by a tree
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Fork in my tongue
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Glass in my sleeve
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I snap the rope snap the wrist
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Here in my inner spiral twist
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This is the time when our minds begin stocking
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Jammering on when our lips have stopped talking
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Simple people, simple needs
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Fingers linger endlessly
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Trolling benediction bells
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Here encircling spirals twist
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Always moving in the wrong direction
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Spiral Twist
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| Siouxsie and the Banshees |
