Here I stand like a soldier home from war
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With nothing to do but remember the shutter of bombs
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I’m sure it never quite goes away
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It never quite goes away, oh
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Here I sit like a beginner beginning again
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And all those fuck-ups counted for nothing ‘cause nothing makes sense
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And I am never quite fully awake
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And never completely asleep, yeah
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I’m walking around like a soldier who’s home from war
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Lost in the foreign landscape I used to know
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Will I ever feel like I belong?
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Will I ever feel like I belong anywhere?
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Well, here I lie like a lover who isn’t in love
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Who stares at the cracks in the ceiling six feet above
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And who knows just how it feels to buckle beneath the weight
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And there’s only so much you can take
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There’s only so much you can take
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I might never be normal again
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I might never be normal again
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Never be normal again
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Oh, never be normal again
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But who cares?
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I ask, who cares?
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Oh, who cares?
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And now I’m standing disheveled at your door
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Covered in dust and dirt but full of hope
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We might never be normal again
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Might never be normal again, but who cares?
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I ask, who cares?
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Home From War
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| Frightened Rabbit |
