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No Coming Home

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I was walking in the sunshine,

and you were laying land mines beneath my feet.

Now I’m standing on the hard times,

Stuck between a faultline and a timesheet.

I remember standing on the bus line,

Headed for the front lines and my defeat.

And now I’m in a steady decline,

I’m just another war crime, that’s incomplete.

I’ve been all that I can be

And there’s no coming home for me

Now I’m riding in your backseat,

feeling like I’m off beat, and out of place.

I think it’s time to sound the retreat,

The people here on main street are out in space.

I’ve been all that I can be

And there’s no coming home for me.