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I'm sitting here among my stuff with yet no place to go The walls are moving in on me the ceiling, too, I know. I can't get out, and I can't shout life is becoming slow and resignation waits outside and spite begins to grow I - can't lean on love or lie on the truth or ever believe in fate I - can't walk on love or fly on a dove or hope it is never getting late. Home is where the heart is Right now you find me Just sitting here among my stuff Can't help I'm feeling low The ground is dancing under me the ceiling starts to flow The sounds I hear, they turn to me they giggle and say: No! You set your sails in vain, because for you, no wind will blow. Can't be where my heart is ....... |
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