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Don't feel like home
He's a little out
And all these words elope
It's nothing like your poem
Putting in, inputting in
Don't feel like methadone
A scratching voice, all alone
There's nothing like your baritone
It's nothing as it seems
The little that he needs, it's home
The little that he sees
Is nothing he concedes, it's home
One uninvited chromosome
A blanket like the ozone
It's nothing as it seems
All that he needs, it's home
The little that he frees
Is nothing he believes
Saving up a sunny day
Something maybe two tone
Anything of his own
A chip off the cornerstore
Who's kidding, rainy day
A one way ticket headstone
Occupations overthrown
A whispher through a megaphone
It's nothing as it seems
The little that he needs, it's home
The little that he sees
Is nothing he concedes, it's home
And all that he frees
A little bittersweet, it's home
It's nothing as it seems
That little that you see, it's home
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