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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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