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Lonely thoughts they seep, into mind
into me
pushing deep
Wash the dirt, a hard days work
Know my place
On my own
No poison in my bones
On my own This is where I build my home

My home,
this will always be my home

I work until it's late
Walk in and close the gate

I look in the window
and I gaze at my face
Every line and every abrasion
This took my life to make
This took my life to make
On my own
No poison in my bones On my own, this is where I build my home
My home

I need someone, to hold
I need someone, to hold.