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I've been searching desert lands |
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Oh what a place to call home |
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The wind will wash away my tracks |
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Oh what a place to call home |
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I'll do everything |
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I can to hide the wounds on my feet to make myself look healthy |
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Oh what a place to call home, ohh |
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Please show me something that can shake my bones |
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I want to feel the fear rush through my veins |
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My hands are cold from holding on to hopes |
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Even ghosts have gone away |
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It's all the same |
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I've been sinking through deep seas |
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Oh what a place to call home |
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The current sings a ghostly tune |
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Oh what a place to call home |
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And I'll walk with the phantoms of the sea |
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Listen to the whispers until somehow |
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I hear melodies |
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Oh what a place to call home |
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Please show me something that can shake my bones |
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I want to feel the fear rush through my veins |
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My hands are cold from holding on to hopes |
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Even ghosts have gone away |
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It's all the same |
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And I am a ghost of great |
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The sea The sand |
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Just a memory of something sweet |
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And I'll say |
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I've got everything |
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I need But the only thing |
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I have is thrill of holding my breath |
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This is me drifting out to sea |
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Ohh what a place to call home |
