Looking for nothing,
I'm so glad to look past the end of the nose,
Waiting for something else,
A mind so thin, as thin as the paint in the room,
Looking around you
Drink your feeling of this world
When your heart just won’t do
His bike's still there, why does it come to?
He knows not, he knows he's,
He's come a long, a very long way
From home, to home
Travel his life in vain
Nothing ever came, he was a foolish man
When all your people and what you dare me
Trick me, deceive a man, what you say but,
Our home's not lost, no
Our home's not lost
Forever for a while that just ain't your style
Take to assume and be who it is but,
Our home's not lost, no
Our home's not lost
He knows not, he knows he's,
He's come a long, a very long way
From home, to home
Travel his life in vain
Nothing ever came, he was a foolish man
He knows not, he knows he's,
He's come a long, a very long way
From home, to home
Travel his life in vain
Nothing ever came
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