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Out in the street beneath the rolling sky |
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Sometimes they give, sometimes they pass by |
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It's the random falling as the wheel of fortune spins |
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And home is wherever they take you in |
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The chemical wind burned you to the bone |
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And when you came back, you were not the same |
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It took the kindness of strangers to bring you in |
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Because home is wherever they take you in |
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Chris, you were gone, out on the edge |
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These things that destroy are inside of ourselves |
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It's always the kindness of strangers to wash away these sins |
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Because home is wherever they take you in |
