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Isn't it lovely?
You try so hard to make a farce
And realize you are as lost as you'd been five years ago

It's been a long time
Yet her voice is still as loud as ever
Up in my head she's not screaming
Just calling
Come
Home
I can't go through
I know the way home
But I don't want to
I want to be happy too
I want to climb out of here
I don't want to hear her call to me
It drives me nuts
I want to be alone
But she always finds me
And days when I fall to my knees
Eyes shut in prayer
Her voice, even louder rings in my ears

I want to find peace
I really do

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