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Oh, my home |
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Is a frozen lake |
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Shadows skate past |
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Figures, i say |
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I laughed out |
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At the lines they made |
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While overhead |
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They flicker and dissipate |
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Saying, i was born a spark |
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And i burned |
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Burned, myself a watermark |
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I left, myself a trail |
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To find my way |
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When i fell, a stray |
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And i walked a whale |
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Didn't rest, for many a day old |
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To sing, to say, oh |
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I will be again |
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I have already been |
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Oh, i know i am going home |
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But i don't know when |
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I don't know when |
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The foolish crack |
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But i will be here again |
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To ruin and spit in |
