Time And Time Again...
And you slip and you twist and you turn and you gurn,
and you get up to leave but it's not your turn,
so you sit on your hands and you bit your tongue,
and you speak when your spoken to and pretend it's fun,
But you know what you want and you know where to go,
but they wont let you leave, you can only dream of home,
and the fun you'd have if you could just get away,
but there focused on you so you've got to stay.
But your here, her with the rest of them.
here, here without the best of them,
but you want to be home.
xxx
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