Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun, and the days blur into one
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And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done
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Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
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Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass
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Was never much, but we've made the most
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Welcome home
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Ships are launching from my chest
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Some have names but most do not
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If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost
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Peel the scars from off my back
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I don't need them anymore
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You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
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I've come home
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All my nightmares escape my head
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Bar the door, please don't let them in
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You were never supposed to leave
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Now my head's splitting at the seams
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And I don't know if I can
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Here, beneath my lungs
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I feel your thumbs
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Press into my skin again
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Welcome Home
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| Radical Face |
