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Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun
And the days blur into one
And the backs of my eyes
Hum with things I've never done

Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of captured ghosts
Our old dead grass
Was never much but we've made the most

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Welcome home, hom, hom-hom-hom-home
Hom-hom, hom, hom, hom-hom, hom
Hom-hom, hom-hom-hom-hom-home
Hom-hom, hom, hom, hom-hom, hom

Ships are launching from my chest
Some have names but most do not
If you find one, please
Let me know what piece I've lost

Peel the scars from off my back
I don't need them anymore
You can throw them out
Keep them in your mason jars

I've come home, hom, hom-hom-hom-home
Hom-hom, hom, hom, hom-hom, hom
Hom-hom, hom-hom-hom-hom-home
Hom-hom, hom, hom, hom-hom, hom

All my nightmares escaped my head
Bar the door, please don't let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my head's splitting at the seams
And I don't know if I can

Hu-hu-hu-hu, hu-hu-hu-hu-hu
Hu-hu-hu-hu, hu-hu-hu-hu-hu

Here, beneath my lungs
I feel your thumbs press into my skin again

Hu-hu-hu-hu, aha-ah, aha-ha
Hu-hu-hu-hu, aha-ah, aha-ha
Hu-hu-hu-hu, aha-ah, aha-ha, aha-ha

Writer(s): Benjamin Paul Cooper

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