I'm here in the space you made
Flickering lights that begin to fade
Just fold back the page
And watch the words tumble out
And who made that line?
So I'm trapped by my own design
I can read all the pictures now
Then I'm changed by the thought somehow
Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't come home
Broken glasses I plan my retreat so I can't come home
The needle picks up and goes
Back to the starting note
The familiar tone
That spirals out here alone
So who can I blame?
When I know that it runs the same
I singled you out
It's a feeling I can't explain
Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't come home
Broken glasses I plan my retreat so I can't come home
Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't come home
Broken glasses I plan my retreat so I can't come home
Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't come home
(I can't come home)

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