Roaming around
I've been gone for so long, so long
I'll use the stars for stepping stones
Now I'm coming home
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As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods.... but for now I hold the conch.
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2 comments:
1 a.m. and he's still at work, so naturally he's thinking about death.
No, I think you're thinking about coming home...really.
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