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When you come on wasted wheels,
you don't know which way is home.
When you've lost your place to be
you can feel it in your BONES.
When I feel the breeze through me
I don't know if I'm a GHOST.
So I try to sing something
like I'm feeling in my BONES.
Is it just me or is it everybody else?
It must be everyone to some degree.
Yes, I see myself in everybody else.
and maybe they can
see themselves in me.
