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Hurry up, and feel the sand,
rushing through my veins,
as the waves push them forth,
and the sun begins to fall.

It explodes into a thousand stars,
and the night slips out.
The breeze is silent,
but those waves are loud.

Crashing, crashing all around me,
no idea where I am. No idea where I am.

It only gets darker when the clouds rush in,
smoke fills my lungs, and filters my perception.
Not sure I believe anymore.

Where do I call home?
Where should I call home?
Where do YOU call home?