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I’m longing to find myself Searching through vacant homes Abandoned houses Made of wooden bones Open up for me I’ll settle in until I find my way Let me leave so you can stay I’m just a guest here then I’ll go On my way to myself
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Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
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I’m longing to find myself Searching through vacant homes Abandoned houses Made of wooden bones Open up for me I’ll settle in until I find my way Let me leave so you can stay I’m just a guest here then I’ll go On my way to myself
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Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
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