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from From Memory by Peter Martin

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Left me to talk to myself
The sunshine where heat is hell
Cold breeze of London, I miss, I wish
The best of both worlds, were mine to toy with

When a man weeps, like a child with no toys
Sadness seeps, through alcohol pores, because...

Home don't feel like home, surrounded yet alone, no..
Home don't feel like home, surrounded yet alone....

Paradox was her favourite word, that she didn't quite grasp the meaning of
Dig up the grave of the President, there's no shame in a ransom, hell there's money involved
Tea times. beat hard times, on the back with biscuits
It's a social throbbing not in pants but in mind, mind, mind, because...

Home don't feel like home, surrounded yet alone, no..
Home don't feel like home, surrounded yet alone....

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from From Memory, released February 11, 2015

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