| Where I come from, no one’s home
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| Twisted branches overgrown
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| Skin deep roots over broken bone
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| Dust and glass and the ghosts of home
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| Knock at the door, no one’s home
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| Empty rooms and shadows flown
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| Down these halls fading memories roam
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| Hand and hand with the ghosts of home
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| Another new horizon
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| Familiar scene of childhood dislocation
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| Fingers traced the colored lines
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| Another road, another destination
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| You said goodbye to empty rooms
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| And farewell to the walls and windows
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| Waved to no one in particular
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| As the lights went out and the doors behind you closed
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| Home again, home again
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| Stranger in a strange land
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| You walk the halls nervous and unseen
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| Keep your head down don’t raise your hand
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| Alone in the crowd, a ghost in the machine
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| Home again, home again
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| Half remembered neighborhoods
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| Twisted branches in dying woods
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| Broken bones and childhoods
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| Broken homes in lost boyhoods
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| Summer wars in the woods
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| Fleeting blood brotherhoods
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| Hoped to run but never stood
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| Wished to stay but never could
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| What did you hope to find
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| Home again, what could you find?
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| In doorways and window panes, in broken glass and faded frames
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| Can clocks turn back, the years unwind
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| Are you still hiding there now
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| A ghost, trapped behind those walls?
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| So goodbye again to empty rooms
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| And farewell to walls and windows
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| Print them once more in your memory
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| As the lights recede and the road behind you grows
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| Home again, home again |