He calls me to the ocean
Takes me wandering through the street
A restless imagination
But for now, I move my feet on the ground
'Cause I feel like going home
I can float above the ceiling
I like drifting through the air
I tend to lose my concentration
But right now, the cries don't appeal to me
I feel like going home
Sometimes late at night
While runnin' from the rain
Running from the voices
Filling up my brain
Now I wish they'd leave me alone
And let me be
To grow up on my own
Let me be to go home
I feel like going home
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