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home is where your heart is
vs.
home, sweet home.
the second one sounds cynical, ironic. it doesn't taste sweet, it tastes bitter. you didn't choose it but it's your home anyway.
but where is the home my heart belongs to? i can collect pieces of my heart in many lovely places but it doesn't fit fully anywhere. is there such a place where it does anyway?
by now i have to pack my bags and i have to go back. back home and leave a part of my heart.
a change of speed, a change of style
a change of scene, with no regrets
a chance to watch, admire the distance
still occupied, though you forget
different colours, different shades
over each mistakes were made
i took the blame
directionless so plain to see
a loaded gun won't set you free
so you say
we'll share a drink and step outside
an angry voice and one who cried
'we'll give you everything and more
the strain's too much, can't take much more'
oh, i've walked on water, run through fire
can't seem to feel it anymore
it was me, waiting for me
hoping for something more
me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else.
[joy division - new dawn fades.]
