| For your health says the mother
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| At the last all is not lost
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| Tiresome now, faithless companion
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| Should I not hold this tall tale
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| Lost adrift in a great city
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| Once again in sunken beds
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| Confused, in truth, as I am ever
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| Heavy thoughts to heavy heads
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| I once heard, home is where the heart is
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| I’m homeless, therefore I am heartless
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| Bathed in thick unholy banter
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| Fraudulent, try as I might
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| Convictions found, lost on the counter
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| Toss in the gutter, night after night
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| Mischief maker, sound deduction
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| As you dispatch each state of bliss
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| Don’t mind recalling Sunday best mornings
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| When life was there we lived in it
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| I once heard, home is where the heart is
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| I’m homeless, therefore I am heartless |