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You say return from where you came from

What if there’s nothing left there for me now?

Looking for someone to assign

Blame me for anything

Somethings wrong, look for symmetry

So fucked up, calling back to me

Now how could I keep my promise to return?

100 years just isn’t enough time

Oh how I wanted to tell you

Oh how I wanted to be there

When you say

Somethings wrong, look for symmetry

So far gone, calling back to me

Mind and matter, self and other

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