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But what do you do
When it’s the middle of the night
When the lights are whizzing past
And your vision starts to blur
What do you do
When you realize
The dearest have shut their windows
And the rest have simply disappeared
What do you do
In a city you once called home
Is this how it feels
To be home and still be homeless

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