if Snaps and claps don't alleviate,
I'll sing to you,
People swore they found oblivion,
In my voice, magnetic meridian
Where the compass loops
So traditional and not so much,
Home is what I sing and such.
It doesn't take time
It'll take you home.
We'll roam and It'll be a stroll
You're closer now.
Close your eyes! You see it now.
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