I got a blanket in the wind.
Stop here, I guess.
I want the world
when all I have is home.
I was a teenage runaway,
I never reached my goals.
I want what I want.
I never appreciated home.
- Lay back, child, and I will tell you a story. - Can I tell the story, too? - Okay, sure. I'll start, and you continue with what...
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