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blowing through my losing streakbought the farm on a dead end streetnothing ever grows under your sunfilling voids with emptinessand driving past your old adressloneliness two has turned into onethey welcome you with open armstell you they don't mean no harmdo they mean anything at allfeeling crowded by my companyyou can't hate but parts of me
I know there's a new myth on your floorstaying up in 409the day are yours the nights are mineburned out everything except the doorit's like breaking out of broken homesthey tell you they don't eat their ownsearching for one thing to call my ownto call my ownthere's a goldmine in the local sceneget nine lives you need thirteenpaid the price landed on all fouryou used to mean the world to mescared to death of what that meansso we don't mean anything at all
I welcome you with broken armsyou know I don't mean no harmdo I mean anything at alland they all come from broken homesthey tell you they don't eat their ownsearching for a thing to call my own
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