The ducks and the seagulls and the crows
And their cry on the rocks that echoes
Even the helicopter that would hover
All the way above my head all over
They all tell me about leaving
Something I've been lately thinking
I've never felt home wherever I sat down
Yet I was whole when alone I left town
Only then I don't feel out of place
I'm an outcast of the whole human race
And I don't feel like a prostitute at all
Just because I can love everyone and all
It only means I connect soul to soul
By which I mean definitely no foul
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