sailing all alone, guided by the starlight
nowhere is my home
inside of my mind

we've paid that shoeshine boy
whose buff has no smile
he spits on your tip-toes
and you keep hugging folklore
like it's out of style, out of focus
harum scarum
we promote this cover, discover

and you know your insides true
better than i do

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