Promises, promises I'm feeling burned You taught me a lesson I didn't want to learn Why did I come here? Please tell me again Why did you ask me? Don't say you forget I long for, I long for I long for my home I long for a land where No man was ever known With no neurosis No psychosis No psychoanalysis And no sadness I'll pick up the pieces I'll carry on somehow Tape the broken parts together And limp this love around Limp this love around
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