Oh, Things are different here
But there's an empty room
Unchanged for you
Walls of memories
And filled with sad things
Oh, things are bad again
We always wanted so much more from ourselves
But I can hardly stand who I am these days
Hey, you feel the weight from behind your ribs
As it drops like an anchor to a bottomless pit
You'll never sail home, you'll never sail home...
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