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2005 I hate these long days
The night sky mocks me
The stars don't shine
Quite as brightly
The sunlight is dull
Brown grass, dead trees
The pain of the season
Brings me to my knees
I pray to go home
Where I don't feel alone
And I'm safe from this pain
Then the clock strikes 3:11
It doesn't let me forget
That I've lost my center
I've lost my home.
You were home.
