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The moon has blocked the sun.
That I haven’t seen for days.
It walks the street as the chimneys burn.
Ill drink some beers as I find my way

My way home (x4)

Th streets were made for horse and cart;
they talk to mine behind close doors.

Stood in the rain to feel the part
This maze I stand of concrete walls

My way home (x4)

Suspicious corpse without a face,
the screen lights a hidden dim.

This black hawk can’t find its place,
through the night we swim.

My way home (x4)

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