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Please try and tell me

where you come from

I’m thinking at the top of my brains

There ain’t no shuffle in your steps

& tomorrow you may see

that it’s the same

& you may never think of what you do

Upon there ain’t nothing to see

When there is nothing to believe in

There is nowhere else I’d rather be

Love on top of your heart,

think on top of your brain

There’s nothing to be nasty about

And if you find a safer harbour

Then I will gladly see you out..

I put my arms around a stranger

Hoping you will come back in

But your eyes are staring past me

And your smile is just a grin

Is there love I can return to?

Are you somebody who cares?

Where is your reset button?

Maybe I lose you

because you are scared…

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