no place like home this time
these streets have no strangers
are these the consequences tonight
is this the storm that never came
this house is ready for me to leave
a mind always wants another riot
the words around here flock like weeds
i'm not too high, not yet
a song unsung in the city
out of breath too far from home
next spring it could all be gone
who will be there when we're out of air
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