I loose some sales and my boss won't be happy
But I can't stop listening to the sound
Of two soft voices mended in perfection
From the reels of this record that I found
Everyday there's a boy in the mirror
Finding all my previous motives
Asking me what are you doing here
Growing increasingly unclear I've travelled far and I've burned all the bridges
Will wither in the light of my plan
I believed as soon as I hit land
All the other options held before me
So I loose some sales and my boss won't be happy
But there's only one thing on my mind
Searching boxes underneath the counter
A song for
On a chance that on a tape I'd find
Someone who needs somewhere Homesick
Cause I no longer know
To long for
What home is.
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