| Days are passing, weeks are counted
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| Two weeks, four weeks, six weeks gone
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| Where am I now, I’m missing home
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| Behind locked doors they await my plea
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| Do they all see through me, do they all know?
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| I’m sending this message to all
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| Hoping sometime it will reach a shore
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| Someone to find, bring back hope
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| I will wait — cold and forlorn
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| Does it matter where we are
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| In an orphan home, or in a mansion of gold
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| All these people with no place to call home
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| Too bad no one cares
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| Who decides where the journey starts
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| A tidal wave will bring me safe away
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| Until I reach a distant shore
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| I’ve been away for a long time now
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| No one is waiting for me I know
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| Time will erase all my darkest dreams
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| I’m still counting days
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| I’m sending this message to all
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| Hoping sometime it will reach a shore
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| Someone to find, bring back hope
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| I will wait — cold and forlorn
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| Does it matter where we are
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| In an orphan home, or in a mansion of gold
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| All these people with no place to call home
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| Too bad no one cares
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| Who decides where the journey starts
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| Days are passing, weeks are counted
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| Two weeks, four weeks, six weeks gone
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| Where am I now, I’m missing home
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| Behind locked doors they await my plea
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| Do they all see through me, do they all know?
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| No one is waiting for me, I know…
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| It’s all going to get better now
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| Fool’s paradise — the promised fields
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| Thinking positive, not the opposite
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| After the tide, a new dawn will rise
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| It’s all going to get better now
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| The beholder comes, to clear my head
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| Thinking positive, not the opposite
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| Six feet under, the end to it all will come
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| I’m sending this message to all
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| Hoping sometime it will reach a shore
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| Someone to find, bring back hope
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| I will wait — cold and forlorn
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| Does it matter where we are
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| In an orphan home, or in a mansion of gold
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| All these people with no place to call home
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| Too bad no one cares
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| Who decides where the journey starts |