From her own clothes lying
Like a row of cat's shirt
Goes her golden grass
It's never much but
We've made the most
Welcome home
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All my nightmares
Escape my head
Or the door
Please don't let them in
We were never
Supposed to leave
Now my head's
Waiting at the seams
And I don't know
When I can
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