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He calls me to the ocean | Takes me wandering through the street | A restless imagination | But for now, I move my feet on the ground | 'Cause I feel like going home

I can float above the ceiling | I like drifting through the air | I tend to lose my concentration | But right now the clouds don't appeal to me | I feel like going home

Sometimes late at night | While runnin' from the rain | Running from the voices | Filling up my brain | Now I wish they'd leave me alone | And let me be | To go off on my own | Let me be to go home | I feel like going home