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The light it flickers on the sea
The waves come crashing to the sand The concrete moves beneath my feet But I don’t fall The cars drive by everyday The drivers can’t get home quick enough They leave blurs behind As I unwind My home is there down on the street The street is watched over by one face It counts the seconds until I’m home again On that day I know I’ll feel no pain The leaves I push with my feet The cold wind it push's me home Home where my dreams are kept Dreams of being home
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