These things that we too soon forget
Collecting dust...spider webs that grow and grow
Till there s nothing left
Except for shreds that you can t quite call evidence
That I had a life before today
See I forget things I associate with pain
I thinks it s time that
I start to look back on my life
Sitting around watching things go
These things that remind me of my home
I don t want to be in doubt
I don t need to know what this life s all about
I just need to know for now
Are you gonna be around
When I need to find what I m missing
And I can t recall what it was I believed in
Take me home, surround me with friends
Take me home
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