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I think it's kinda funny
I always feel alone
whenever I am with
the people I have known

The houses that I live in
the streets I drive upon
seem chaotic, unfamiliar
the scenery feeds my fear

I'm a gypsy and a wanderer
I often times feel lost
I crave shelter from the sky
and protection from the frost

It's ironic now to ponder
in the break where I don't roam
I never feel more "at home"
then when I'm far away from home