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Oct 2014
I think we never left our homes
Dreaming with stuffy noses and sore heads
But far from done in the day

Pressure building around eye sockets
Take another breath and get some rest
Too many are sick at heart

Journey's too long to take
So we follow each other down to home
And rest our heads sunday afternoon

So we know we never left
Never will
Until the sun fades
Something Simple
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Something Simple
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