Why do things go wrong? Why couldn’t I sing you a song?
Why couldn’t I just have stayed at home?
Home is where I belong – to think about the future,
to think about the past; surely it wasn’t going to
But things will work out right; just you wait and see.
Would I tell you a lie? Would I wish to die? And that
is why, I’d never tell you why.
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