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My instinct was to flee from home Closure, I will find you in due time. In sleep, you go where you want to go. In love, you see what you want to see. I want to go, and I want to see. Grind me into dust to feel my skin crumbling. Feed me to the sea to hear my lungs stumbling. Oh Siren s song, take me home where the stones can cover me When your time runs out, and when your blood runs cold, stay strong. When your lungs give in, and the world