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I love you
You are of my half-blood
But you hurt me
With your prospects reflecting the TVs'
Your pretence, my lack of home
Your sense is/senses I do not know
But I think I know you, I think I do
But I think I know you, I think I do
And you could turn your back on me
And go on without me
Even as my next of kin, you would never see me
But I need you for me, my identity
Even if you are not my home, I want you to be
I think I know you, I think I do
