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one foot in the darkness
one foot in the light
does it really matter
what is wrong or right
all I really know is
once upon a time
I was all I needed
home was just a rhyme




flooding may be happening but I have switched on auto-pilot and sat back to let it be... knowing I will survive by floating along, whether it's wherever home may be or drifting slowly out to sea... maybe someone somewhere out there still remembers me but I don't know now for I'm on my own and all I have is me...

whatsappenin

ain't no sunshine when she's gone... but she's been gone so long... I've forgotten who she is... now she's just an empty space where someone's s'posta be... and once again I'm sitting here alone wondering if anybody will ever arrive who can understand me... seems that old black bug loneliness is biting again...

getting in that mood where I'm so tired of being alone... if you know the song... and I just want somebody to love... and somebody to love me... whatever happened to the way it used to be... left my heart in Toronto, huh... and the walls came tumbling down...

here I am



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