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Yes I hate the way I feel
And it makes no sense,
Five months gone and all I got -
Pretty pink flowers on a chain link fence.
'Nd I don't like what it means
'Cause I know
There is more to come.
I can't go home without chrysanthemum.
I walk around lost
And I don't know why.
I don't see the faces,
Or the places
That I should recognize.
It's like that dream
Where it feels like home
But it don't look right.
Yes I will look everywhere tonight.
I will not stop until I make things right.
I can't go home until I see the sun.
I can't go home without chrysanthemum.
No I can't go home without chrysanthemum.
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