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Stolen from the kingdom |
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Heavy gold and one drum |
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So your father keeps a loaded gun |
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And your mother speaks with a golden tongue |
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A swollen and numb conundrum |
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Everyone's someone's sun |
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Your garden keeper's a cheerful drunk |
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Your fortune sleeps in a sunken trunk |
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HomeI think |
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I think best at home |
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Somewhere else on a shelf sits new ideas not yet my own |
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Somewhere else perfect health with no bad memories just good bones |
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HomeI even get lost at home |
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Somewhere else someone helps everyone else except their own self |
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Somewhere else something melts making new sceneries |
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Gonna seem like home's hell |
