COME HOME
Come home
You put me on the shelf
You roam
While I sit by myself.
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Sea foam
Takes you so far away
My tome
Requires you to stay.
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A gnome
Said you still think of me
In chrome
You plate our memory.
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That Brougham
They sent you for to sup
In Rome
Was meant to pick us up.
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In loam
I plant our destiny
A dome
I build to set us free.
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