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[264] [taking me home]

As the newspaper slowly crawls over my
feet
Forcing me to look up and examine
where it was I had been
It’s quarter past two in the city
and the streets are almost bare
It’s this time I love, this place I love.
More than anywhere.

This city would be home,
if I would let it be.
But something always calls me back,
My home, constantly calling me.

So, I stay for the night sometimes,
and take it all in.
The city where I want to go,
to all the places I’ve already been.

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