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Sometimes, sometimes my mind is too strong
to carry on.
Too strong, too strong to carry on.

But when I am alone, when I've thrown off the weight of this crazy stone,
when I've lost all care for the things I own,
that's when I miss you, that's when I miss you, that's when I miss you -
you, who are my home.
You are my home.


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