In the shade where I hung my head
There was no place where I could fit in
So I ran away, never to return
And I found myself flat on my back again
I’ll be fine…
And I’m throwing stones at a glass house
And I’m breaking bone to feel numb
Oh, will this house become a home?
I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me
In the night, I dream what I
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