I'm bound to a place I've never even been to.
Something's rooted in my heart within this place,
and I'm not going to say that I don't know why
because you can't obviously love a place that much without have seen it.
But it's like; every night, hushing me to sleep.
Making it harder to live here, but seeing things brighter
as I wish for being there, whereas the pictures are telling me
that I belong.
Maybe I'm not meant to stay there for long,
just weeks or months.
Maybe it turns out to be my home.
It's not a dream, it's a fact.
I'm there within my every thought,
as if I were there already.
But I need my last performance here.
One last show.
When should I take off?
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