4.Going Home
When you come down waving your hand
Then I know best in a way
But waiting for your hands waving nothing is real
I'm not here I'm in the heart
Now it is too late I'm on my own right here
I'm too far away I can't leave when you
So then I won't be down when you reach out for me
The place I listen falls boundly too far
Though I feel much better now
To there I found myself lie on ground
Evil starting around but I don't really arm a star.
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