I'm home again, hardly certain of my role
And then I started searching for my soul again
But there was nothing i could find.
I'm home again, but I've been here before, old friends
And I know I'll be consoled again in the past I've left behind.
When I was a boy, well, I heard somebody singing
And I heard the guitars ringing
And it brought me home again, home again.
I'm, straight again, my good intention got mislaid
And then I got suck inside this moze that bends
I've stalled again, like some eternal brawl that ends
When the mirrors finally cracks
And then there's no refflection anymore.
Outside on the street, well, I heard somebody singing
From some clapped out pirate station
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