Everyone knows
That there's no place like home
But I'm just seeking refuge
In a world full of storms
Washed up on a distant shore
Can't go home anymore
The natives are hostile
Whatever I say
The thing they fear most is
That I might want to stay
By their side on a distant shore
Can't go home anymore
I escape my tormentors
By crossing the sea
What I cannot escape is
Memory
Far away on a distant shore
Can't go home anymore
That there's no place like home
But I'm just seeking refuge
In a world full of storms
Washed up on a distant shore
Can't go home anymore
The natives are hostile
Whatever I say
The thing they fear most is
That I might want to stay
By their side on a distant shore
Can't go home anymore
I escape my tormentors
By crossing the sea
What I cannot escape is
Memory
Far away on a distant shore
Can't go home anymore
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2014/11/3 - 10:51
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