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Finally Going Home
Where have you gone, time?
I don't believe I've been sleeping
But then...
Maybe I have.
What have I done in my parentheses?
Where have I spent my fortune?
Or did I ever have one?
Or am I just finding it now?
Or still looking?
Or what?
But it's all okay, you see
Cause now I know who I am
And nothing matters anymore
At all, at all...
Cause now I'm going home
In just a little while
To a house not made with hands.
