If I were to stand
In a place full of sand
I would feel nice
But I could not feel whole
Once I am dead
Carry me home
To the place I was born
And the place that I love
I was sitting on the steps to a doorway
And I was thinking of you
But instead of feeling
I felt nothing
And I was fine
What does it take to get a person into this place
What does it take to meet someone new
I once saw a place
I would dance at
Sitting on a hill
And I felt fine
I was laughing
And I was being what I could
To make ends meet
And I finally understood
And I felt fine
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