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The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer
Its just an old photograph, theres nothing to hide
When the world was just beginning.
I memorized her face so its not forgotten
I hear the wind whistling "come back anytime"
And well mix our lives together
Heaven knows, what keeps mankind alive
Every hand goes searching for its partner in crime
Under chairs and behind tables
Connecting to places we have known
Im looking for a home, where the wheels are turning
Home, why I keep returning
Home, with our bodies touching
Home, and the cameras watching
Home, will infect whatever you do
Where home, comes to life from out of the blue


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