| Never been home, never been here
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| Never been found, never been lost
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| Here in my heart I’m feeling the cosh
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| I fall to the ground heavy with loss
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| I’m trying to see somehow the sky and the stars fall down
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| But out of the dark gravity scars the ground
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| Down in the dust I stick to the sheets
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| Pulling my arm, I’m gritting my teeth
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| Leave them behind, the first and the last
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| In my hand I find the knife in the cast
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| I’m trying to see somehow the sky and the stars fall down
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| But out of the dark gravity scars the ground
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| Sun on my head, ocean so vast
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| Rope at my feet tied to the master
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| He pulls at my arm, he cuts with the glass
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| Pushing it deep, the knife in the cast
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| I’m trying I’m trying now, the sky and the stars fall down
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| And out of the dark gravity scars the ground |