When hope and home sound the same,
then you're probably nowhere near it.
I've commandeered someone's private plane,
but I have no idea where to steer it.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
When hope and home sound the same,
then you're probably nowhere near it.
I've commandeered someone's private plane,
but I have no idea where to steer it.
Home is where you crash.
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